{ grasping onto the old rules. }

[delga]

HEREBY LIE I - PROOF THAT DEVOID OF ALCOHOL, I CAN STILL BE AN UTTER PISSHEAD.

AND IN CONCLUSION: PENGUINS, MOTHERFUCKER. RABID PENGUINS.

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[twincy.livejournal.com]

*SNORTS*

Not to mention GAY penguins. (typed 'pengions' lolz! that's penguin × pigeon, possibly)



(I was going to ask you if you wanted to beta something for me earlier, but I think I kinda hate the thing now, so never mind. I'm just talking for the sake of talking here.)

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

OK, I'm calmer now. Possibly one too many cough sweets sent me off on one. BUT ALL IS GOOD NOW. TIS SAFE TO RETURN.

Once, I bastardised it so much that we got: penguoninons.

(HA. I love that storyline so damn much.)

(I will beta anything you throwin my direction. Anytime, just send it with a note telling me what it is, lest I read it and get confused. BUT YOU SHOULD ALWAYS SEND ME STUFF. It makes me gay and delightfully spry.)

[twincy.livejournal.com]

PENGUIN ONIONS OMGS. And dude, I know, I've been ODing on peppermints for days.

(Gay? Cool. *hits on you* -- Um, the thing. I was all delighted that I'd written something without shedding tears of frustration, you know? And now I'm typing it out and it's ... *flails for words* ... rickety. I'll stare at it some more and then send it to you anyway, I think.)

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

THEY'RE LIKE REAL ONIONS,EXCEPT REALLY COLD. Um? But yeah, after about five throat sweets, I'm a-bouncin'.

(*mauls you* [Heh, it amuses me that the thing that would theoretically turn me All Gay as opposed to only half is Semantics.] I get that, a lot. Also, I always want to write during my lectures when I'm most likely to be writing, you know, notes. Send it, though. And you should try free-styling. Like, when a sentence hits you, run with it for five minutes and see what you get? Idon't know. I'm still not quite sober.

Also? I want to eat lots of toast. LOTS.)

[twincy.livejournal.com]

AND THEY CAN'T FLY. I think the sinful bottle of pepsi is the cause for my sprightliness.

(That is the THIRD time that word [to maul]'s popped up today. One of which was Dexter and zomg! Are you caught up yet? I so called the thing about Deb's guy. *is happily mauled* [Um? You've lost me there, I'm afraid.] I always want to write during classes, or get sentences stuck in my head that I then have to sneakily type into my cell phone before they slip my mind. Freewriting has never produced anything but utter nonsense for me. I think I might be doing it wrong. That, or my mind jumps from one thing to the next so fast even I can't keep up.

Verily, you have the munchies. *snerk*)

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

LMAO. You = love. (never had coke or pepsi or cola ever ever. Never. Srsly.)

(HAHA. I KNOW. I CALLED IT TOO. [Don't worry. I can't remember my point.] Damn classes. Always getting in the way! And freewriting doesn't work for everyone, I guess. For me it produces emo, mostly, but sometimes a gem of a line will appear.

God, I know. It's like I'm a weed whore. Damn. Which reminds me. You should be watching Weeds if you're not already.)

[twincy.livejournal.com]

(Reeeally? I was a regular drinker of both up until somewhere this year when I quit cold turkey. Now I just drink it when I'm emo or (and) need the sugar.)

(He was always too creepy to be the perfect boyfriend. I love the plot twist, though. What's the last episode? 1.10? I've seen everything up 'till 1.08. [I feel like I almost know what you were talking about, but *shrugs*] Yeah, my mind tends to wander. I can do freewriting if I have a prompt or a purpose in mind, though, and then it's weeding through the crap afterwards and selecting the parts fit for recycling. [I do actually do free association poetry, but that never leaves my notebook, ever.]

! Damn, woman, not another show. Let me guess: it's fantastic, right? It's so sad that I'm hooked on so many bad shows when there are good ones I could be watching instead.)

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

(Never. Something about my childhood prejudice against food. I don'treally remember and it's hard to make my brain do things liek THINKING when it's spending every other second being all WOO SHINY OMG ELEPHANTITUS! so, yeah.)

(Tomorrow night is episode 1.11. So. [I don't know, really. I just...braindedz.] I am so bad with prompts? If it doesn't get me in the first three attempts, prompts are wasted on me. [Oh, me too. Except my poety performance of late has been of the shit variety.]

Weeds is fabulous. It's a comedy, each episode only half an hour and it is seriously the funniest, smartest show around. Best news? Only 2 seasons so far, 12-ish episodes each, and the third season isn't until late summer so you have plenty of time to catch up. I don't fandom it, but I do watch week-on-week because it is brilliant. Stuff from Showtime and HBO invariably is. (Like Big love! But I won't convert people to that because it's not as good and I don't think everyone will like it.) ButWeeds! Weeds is really a must. Seriously. [Sorry! But really. REALLY. So good. !!!]

[powerof3.livejournal.com]

I LOVE YOU!

Ahem. Hi.

I have stuff for you. If I mail it this week, should I send it to the home or uni address, plzkthx.

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

TRUTHFULLY, I LOVE YOU TOO! IT'S A MUTUAL LOVEFEST! *crazies*

Hey :)

Awwww! People are so lovely! Um, home, please. *g*