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I'M NOT DEAD YET
I am just currently in a play.
(Which is on THURSDAY, by the way)
And this play has combined with my natural laziness to make certain that I will not post until the play is over, alas. My apologies, I will attempt to resume my USUAL LAZINESS AND (SLIGHTLY LESS) LACK OF POSTING shortly.
=|:D
That moment when you're eating assorted chocolates, and you realize one of them that looked completely delicious is something nasty and vaguely banana-flavored
Admit it, we all know this despair.
AUUUGH PESTERCHUM WHY MUST MY COMPUTER SUCK AND MAKE YOU NOT WORK.
Accursed ancient hardware. Why must my desire for ridiculous referential chat programs be at an all-time high.
It's hard, being a fancy and gentlemanly person in this day and age
It's hard and nobody understands
Emotional Rollercoaster
Man, have you ever thought what an actual emotional rollercoaster would be like? I mean, consider. Would the little carts travel through different areas, each representing a different emotion?
Maybe it'd begin with happiness, and the ride would be all sunny colors and fluffy rabbits and the like. It would be fairly slow and simple during this bit.
Then it would transition to, perhaps, love, and travel through pink heart shaped tunnels or something of the kind, moving at naught but a leisurely pace.
Anger would come next, with occasional gouts of fire and a building speed.
The cars would limp through the grey landscape of apathy for a while, more of a lazy river than a rollercoaster.
At last, they would arrive at the winding, twisting labyrinth of depression, full of ups and downs and twists and turns and jagged spurs of broken track.
The thing, of course, would be that the track was all intertwined. The cars would pass through each section at random, skidding from one to the next willy-nilly as they went.
...
I would totally make a theme park for metaphors and sayings if I could. So cool.
Now, let's see how long it takes for me to hate Tumblr again.
Answer: less than a minute.
Sorry about getting your hopes up, not that you had them anyway. Geez, am I ever fickle. And capricious and whatnot.
I'M BACK, BITCHES.
Not that anyone cares. Least of all me, really.
...
No, seriously, if I find out people are following me that I don't know in real life still I am going to do a genuine spit take.
EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT DRINKING ANYTHING.
=|B|
...Wait, that actually sounds kind of disgusting and mostly just regular spit. Eeew.
NOTE: Xander, if you mention something about my ranting eloquently and at length about hating Tumblr an hour or so ago, I will literally STEAL YOUR LEGS. And have them taxidermied and placed next to my fireplace, and dress you up as Tavros then build new, robotic legs and reinact the scene in which Vriska impales him. AND NO-ONE WANTS TO SEE ME DRESSED AS VRISKA. NO-ONE. =|>:[
Oh, and also there will be a rant about the strange manner in which I mentally separate different aspects of my personality into little characters when I'm bored.
It's very entertaining, really.
Also, fancy!me has been on a roll recently.
