Ive had the most lovely weekend! Yesterday I went Antiquing at the local flea-market I usually frequent, and returned home with a pair of gold glasses! At 45$, they were even cheaper than the steel ones Id normally buy at Walmart. And theyve got decorative etchings all around the rims, bridge, and sides. Way back when, people put the kind of care into making glasses that they did into jewelry, which makes sense considering the bloody thing is going to be sitting on the most obvious part of your body during your every waking moment.
Then, today returning from church, (Unitarian, Im an incorrigible atheist, but I find the ritual oddly pleasant) we went to the local Surplus N Salvage to find that they had just received a shipment of combat boots. Not the soddy kind they sell at Hot Topic (Are you an misunderstood social misfit? Why not buy our ridiculously overpriced merchandise to prove your nonconformity? All your favorite rock stars are doing it! I think J.C.V. puts it best: There is quite a difference between honestly being under some cloud of nether emotion, and making a personal style out an appallingly theatrical depression. Its rather like someone screaming in torment about their loose bowel condition, and then upon recovering from this discomfort, proceeds to ingest copious amounts of a wicked laxative to extend the moment. Now if this were just some personal fetish it would be fine (sort of), but as a means of getting attention it is somewhat bothersome.

but the real, standard issue army kind.
For 1$ each. I got two pairs.
Then, we went to the salvation army, where I found a pair of these:------------ You all might think them hideous, but I dont. Im going to make a pair of spatterdashes for them.
Im a prigger on Discworld MUD, name of Rickett, if anyone knows what that is.
Mood-Debonaire. Did you know that this is a masculine term of which there is no feminine variant? Bloody Hell, I can be just as confident, stylish, and charming as anyone with a prick.
...And now Im bickering with a dictionary; how uncouth.
Reading- Execution: The Guillotine, the Pendulum, the Thousand Cuts, the Spanish Donkey, and 66 Other Ways of Putting Someone to Death
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No.
I gave you the link to Johnny, right?
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America died when we discovered that Miley Cyrus had a back.
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America died when we discovered that Miley Cyrus had a back.
Your link in your signature is hilarious.
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JV to interview NoveLis & GPKISM.
Blood tastes like vanilla~
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now and forever
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Who wants a kiss?
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Or maybe check out her journal? [link]
At least check out her sisters ff acount. [link]
Seriously, there are people out there like that. There's a whole list of authors like her here, [link] .
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Still, it was hilarious to read, I'll have to admit. (:
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Departure to a new world. We are all fuzzy robots.
Faith in Humanity Points: 324
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Omg,~Coshi-Dragonite, how long have we been married now? xD
I support: Everything 8D
Avatar base (c) *Tzyoku c:
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Got brains? [link]
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Are the maggots ever a nuisance?
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Got brains? [link]
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the next time someone presumes to know the real you, tear your shirt open to reveal the squirming cluster of lampreys you keep on your chest.
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the next time someone presumes to know the real you, tear your shirt open to reveal the squirming cluster of lampreys you keep on your chest.
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Undead Yes, Unperson No!
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the next time someone presumes to know the real you, tear your shirt open to reveal the squirming cluster of lampreys you keep on your chest.
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