I made myself a hot chocolate when I got home. There were no marshmallows, but there was Bailey's. It was a really bad day, okay?
My knee is somewhat better, but I could do without random people who don't talk to me otherwise being nosy because I'm limping (and trying to hide it), then mocking me by saying what did you do to yourself now? or by trying to worry me by saying you're going to need X-rays and surgery, because once the knee goes, it goes, and by being a pretentious little asshole by ordering me, if you're still going to the gym, stop now.
Apparently appropriate responses to not-so-polite inquiries and unsolicited advice are not:
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Sometimes, I want to shake the Interwebs until I find something to entertain me. Any random fic just won't do; people aren't updating their LJ frequently enough (WHY); Facebook annoys me; I've already read the news... oh, look, Tumblr! Anyway, I found this on Tumblr, and I guess, since I:
I read the poem. Out loud. And I recorded it on Garage Band.
Who wants to listen to it and tell me how ridiculous I sound? (there's probably sounds of me giggling and stumbling over some words and massacring others; toward the end, one of my dogs came trotting into the room and thromped his toy around).
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There were also words today. If being antisocial means I write more, then having a bad day means I write fluffy stuff, so take of that what you will.
My knee is somewhat better, but I could do without random people who don't talk to me otherwise being nosy because I'm limping (and trying to hide it), then mocking me by saying what did you do to yourself now? or by trying to worry me by saying you're going to need X-rays and surgery, because once the knee goes, it goes, and by being a pretentious little asshole by ordering me, if you're still going to the gym, stop now.
Apparently appropriate responses to not-so-polite inquiries and unsolicited advice are not:
- "I threw myself through a plate glass window trying to escape someone else asking me that very same question."
- "Excellent, my plan to slowly turn into a Cyborg is off to a good start."
- "There are other things to do at the gym that don't involve knees, you twatwaffle."
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Sometimes, I want to shake the Interwebs until I find something to entertain me. Any random fic just won't do; people aren't updating their LJ frequently enough (WHY); Facebook annoys me; I've already read the news... oh, look, Tumblr! Anyway, I found this on Tumblr, and I guess, since I:
- like silly poems like these
- find statements like "After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud" a personal challenge
- really have no bad how my spoken English is, since I have an accent
I read the poem. Out loud. And I recorded it on Garage Band.
Who wants to listen to it and tell me how ridiculous I sound? (there's probably sounds of me giggling and stumbling over some words and massacring others; toward the end, one of my dogs came trotting into the room and thromped his toy around).
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There were also words today. If being antisocial means I write more, then having a bad day means I write fluffy stuff, so take of that what you will.
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