| Aongatete: says the girl who writes bad poetry about me every night
semicursedlife: ......not every night
Aongatete: okay...that does nothing to comfort me.
semicursedlife: hahaha
semicursedlife: it should
Aongatete: how?
semicursedlife: it could be worse
semicursedlife: i could be writing poetry about you every hour on the hour
semicursedlife: that'd be really creepy
Aongatete: well if you were, then your name would be Cricket
semicursedlife: which clearly it isn't
Aongatete: and you'd also include lines in there about Jesus and razor blades and the weird guy who touched me improperly on the bus that one time
semicursedlife: YES
Aongatete: but no one likes to read poems like that
semicursedlife: i don't know about you, but i'm a huge fan of terrible angsty poetry
semicursedlife: i like nothing better than to curl up with a mug of hot cocoa and a stack of delusional tear stained poems
Aongatete: and then slit your wrists for the three thousandth time, yadda yadda yadda
Aongatete: and make sure your melodramatic will is written in black eye liner
semicursedlife: and i turn on some amy lee
semicursedlife: yes
semicursedlife: that's my ideal friday night
Aongatete: Hawthorne Heights or Yellow Card
Aongatete: yeah forget multiple orgasms or loud thumping music
semicursedlife: hahaha
Aongatete: emo is your natural high
semicursedlife: it's really more of a euphoric low
Aongatete: oh are we going to quibble over the badly phrased metaphors now?
semicursedlife: yes
semicursedlife: and if you disagree i'm gonna cry
semicursedlife: oh wait
semicursedlife: too late
Aongatete: yeah I was about to say...
Aongatete: fake, gooey black tears are your forte
semicursedlife: hell yeah
semicursedlife: at least i'm good at something
Aongatete: even if that something is repeatedly trying to end your own life with a pair of hideously trendy glasses
Aongatete: oh, and writing crap poetry about me
semicursedlife: that's just a hobby
Aongatete: the hell it is!
semicursedlife: it is
semicursedlife: like knitting for emos
Aongatete: ...knitting a tea cozy of my face, I know
semicursedlife: or razorblade potholders
Aongatete: the very notion of that is making me cringe
semicursedlife: LOL
Aongatete: or black mittens with drops of your own blood sewn in
semicursedlife: or a fall out boy sweater
semicursedlife: yes
semicursedlife: bwahaha
Aongatete: My Chemical Romance scarves for your pet tarantulas
semicursedlife: ew
Ah. Banter with Kylie is the best banter ever. |
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| Wow. It's pretty impressive that this thing is nearly dead.
Summer's nearly over, and England is gone, and I'm now plotting to go somewhere for the winter break. Probably just to another state, although I wouldn't mind it being either a beach hotel in way down southern California or a small inn in wintry upper New Hampshire. I think it'd be nice, especially if my schedule was just sitting around all day, reading, relaxing and being happy.
That's all I really want. |
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| Homeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. |
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| Yes, it's true. English pubs are the best place to get drunk in. And I have been to many. ^.^ |
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| Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sweet. :D :D :D |
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