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Briefly, as I just completed a harrowing late night yam run and am exhausted:
-A very happy birthday to my dear![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zebraljb! How I long for the day when you will lounge upon my couch, reading aloud from the smutty Lancestravaganza...that I have yet to write. Huh. Better get on that. (And I guess I should start saving up for a nicer couch while I'm at it. One that doesn't vomit bright orange stuffing all over my floor, perhaps?)
-I dreamed that Justin Timberlake, Lance Bass and I were all childhood friends who decided to join the army together. At one point I stood up and serenaded my fellow privates with Dusty Springfield's "You Don't Have to Say You Love Me". (Because OF COURSE I did.) Justin, to his credit, bopped his little head politely, but Lance didn't look too impressed. Jerk.
-If there ever was proof that I'm a huge, unrepentant dork it is this: when the cashier at the Korean market rang up my purchases just now, the total came to $19.37. "1937!", I chirped, grinning like a chipper idiot. "That's the year the Hindenburg went down!" ...yeah. The look she leveled at me can only be described as one of pure hatred--with a little boredom tossed in for good measure. I slunk away to the tune of a sad, sad trombone.
Anyway. :) To all those who celebrate, have a Happy Thanksgiving!
-A very happy birthday to my dear
zebraljb! How I long for the day when you will lounge upon my couch, reading aloud from the smutty Lancestravaganza...that I have yet to write. Huh. Better get on that. (And I guess I should start saving up for a nicer couch while I'm at it. One that doesn't vomit bright orange stuffing all over my floor, perhaps?)-I dreamed that Justin Timberlake, Lance Bass and I were all childhood friends who decided to join the army together. At one point I stood up and serenaded my fellow privates with Dusty Springfield's "You Don't Have to Say You Love Me". (Because OF COURSE I did.) Justin, to his credit, bopped his little head politely, but Lance didn't look too impressed. Jerk.
-If there ever was proof that I'm a huge, unrepentant dork it is this: when the cashier at the Korean market rang up my purchases just now, the total came to $19.37. "1937!", I chirped, grinning like a chipper idiot. "That's the year the Hindenburg went down!" ...yeah. The look she leveled at me can only be described as one of pure hatred--with a little boredom tossed in for good measure. I slunk away to the tune of a sad, sad trombone.
Anyway. :) To all those who celebrate, have a Happy Thanksgiving!