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Alison's birthday is on the first of August and so we need a drinkies in celebration! Look at me getting around to posting about it!
WHAT: Alison's and kind of my Birthday Drinkies! With cake and drinking and all the usual things we people do.
WHEN: Friday, 31st July (Probably don't show up before 9)
WHERE: LFoD of LFoDiness.
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KAOSIANS! Is there anything happening on the 31st of July? I'm putting it as the tentative date for me and Alison to have our birthday drinkies, but I'm not sure if it clashes.
At the Slave Auction the other night the LFoD totally bought Laura. And we have plans for her that involve her being our sexy underwear clad tea party slave. It's going to be sweeet.
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You know what's awesome?
WINE is awesome.
This has been a public service announcement from me and wine and tequila. Also there was W00t's house and necrophila and donkey shows and it was a good night!
Can't wait until the slave auction! Who would like to buy me even though I'm not for sale? Let's have an LJ auction!
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Holy shit!
I kinda thought Michael Jackson was immortal...
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"Develop your eccentricities while you are young. That way, when you get old, people won't think you're going gaga." - David Ogilvy
With this in mind I am now going to have to start making myself a little crazier. (NO COMMENTS, I meant the awesome kind of crazy and not the... me kind of crazy.) What would throw me over into 'eccentric madwoman' territory? Except, not lots of cats.
Oh hey look, let's do a writer's block!
The only thing I miss about being a kid is the fact that you never had to worry about stuff like bills. If there was something that needed to be paid it would get paid and you'd never even know about it. Now that I'm living away from parentals it's clear how much I took that for granted. Damn daily life expenses.
I do not miss, however, not being able to reach high shelves or buy alcohol. (Except now that makes it sound like I was a boozey ten-year-old. Which was, of course, not the case. I was only allowed one martini a day and that was only if I tidied my room. My parents were pretty damn tough.)
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My sweet little Byron has passed away.
And tomorrow I'm taking Baudelaire to the vet where he will probably meet the same fate.
Poor little Poe will be friendless.
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Wine tasting yesterday was filled with wine. So much of it. Jesus.
And I didn't remember until late last night that afterward I went into a shoe shop and tried on a pair of very high and precarious heels. I'm amazed I didn't fall over and kill myself because I was slightly inebriated.
In fact, even though we went to the tasting at 2.30 in the afternoon I was still drunk when I reached the KAOS party that night and when I went to bed at about two the room was still moving a little when I lay down.
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The house is very quiet.
Alison is away on medieval camp and Cath and Jen are out at dinner with their parentals, leaving me all alone here. It's not so bad. I like the quiet.
The weather says it's supposed to snow tonight. I really hope it does.
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[May ] |
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How have I never managed to hear about this before? I mean, I've heard about crazy medieval religious dancing and such but a dancing plague? That is a whole new level or crazy and awesome that I scarcely knew existed.
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Last night we went to see Ed Byrne and there may have been some fangirlish squeeing and there was definitely laughing until my stomach hurt and my face ached. Which is the best kind of laughing ever. He and Bill Bailey are my favourite stand-up comedians and now I've seen them both live! (I may have a wee crush on Ed after last nights show, but that's because he's adorable and funny and a huge huge dork and he looks cute in glasses. Plus he made awesome comments about feminism and HOW CAN I NOT LOVE THIS MAN?)
Plus he really loves the word cunt and uses it as a random descriptor. And cunt, my friends, is a fabulous word. (It's got a fantastic hard bite to it. It's like slut, which is also a fantastic word. Lord, I do make it difficult to be offended. Besides, I call all of my friends by both of those words quite regularity and mean them with utter adoration, so they don't really come off as curse words to me any longer. Which is a problem when you call them out at people across a room and then realise that, actually, maybe you should probably shut right up now. Oh shit... where did these brackets start and why? It's a rogue bracket and now I'm not sure how to get out of it. I am trapped in bracket world, where all things are said in a soto voice. Just don't panic. Brackets are like quicksand - they can smell fear.)
I will be in Australia between the 2nd-23rd of August :D Because of this we're not having Alison's party on the Friday 1st like we'd planned because we don't care to have to fly at 6am with hangovers. (And not drink? What the fuck are you on about?) So we'll likely hold our combined drinkies/party thing the weekend before. So... 24th/25th of July? Does that conflict with anyone? (Probably.) If so then we'll have it some other time or just refuse to celebrate at all and thus remain eternally young.
I am so not going back to even check how much of this has been typoed because I'm just that kind of person. ENJOY MY 6AM TYPOS. THEY ARE A GIFT. KEEP THEM. (Like Arwen's left breast my heart.)
It's raining and it's been raining on and of for days and I am in love with it. It's delightful and fills the world with happiness... and puddles. Puddles of joy. (Actually, no, that sounds really wrong. Pretend this whole last paragraph didn't actually happen. Ohshit, brackets! Frak!)
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One of my favourite things in the world is bussing on a hangover. Oh baby, there is nothing more exciting. (I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.) But I have no progressed from my deadly morning times to now just feeling kinda groggy instead. But that's fine because Ali and I have Buffy season three to be watching and junk food to watch it with. TAKE THAT, WORLD. Nothing can make anything bad right now.
Party last night was really good and people were to bright and colourful. For those who are unaware I was wearing FLUORO ORANGE TROUSERS. That's a sight that you will never see again. People were fun and awesome - Dollhouse, I ♥ you and your parties.*
Tonight I sort out travel details for August and then I can email parentals about flights. I am going to rock Sydney and Nimbin ♥
*Me: Hey, they all live in the Dollhouse... but that don't really exist in an innocent childlike state.
Alison: *snort* That would be the very opposite of what they are.
TV, you lied to me again.
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Squee! They're making my favourite Bret Eastern Ellis books into a movie and even though I'm about ninety percent sure that the movie version of Lunar Park will be awful, I'm still excited.
I have to give Amy money for the feast the other night which means bussing to the Dollhouse on a Friday night. Oh... joy. I'll wait until Alison texts her to make sure she's home first though.
Went to bed last night at 9.30 - which is OBSCENE - and would like to do the same again tonight. Oh sleep. I love you.
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| Sequoia and I continue to conduct our dirty affair under everyone's noses... |
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Hello my darlings! I think you'll find that it is QUITE possible that I have been drinking a little bit tonight...
Sequoia's birthday dinner and drinkies were FABO (yes, fabo) and I have much fun and laughter and wonderful people's in general. I have also had quite a few shots of tequila, a three or so of vodka and a beer.
Good times, man. Good times.
Probably now should be bed and then tomorrow night is medieval feasting!
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But when you combine a sexist culture with an inadequate education system, you get boys, who would no doubt condemn 'real rapists', telling researchers that is is acceptable to 'hold down a girl and force her to have sexual intercourse in instances such as when she gets him sexually excited or changes her mind'. According to a 2001 report in the Journal of Interpersonal Violence, 54 percent of teenage boys agreed with this comment.
That, right there, is quoted from the book Princesses and Pornstars by Emily Maguire and it is horrifying.
54 percent? THAT IS MORE THAN HALF! (Just in case the maths failed you there. You're welcome.)
Just to be clear, gentlemen I know, I'd rip your cock off and feed it to you. Although hopefully most of those boys they talked to will, at some point, realise that that is fucked up?
Right?
Right?
EDIT: Ohshit, the irony of LJ auto picking a Pyramid Head icon for my for this post is lolworthy.
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The flat is currently caring for a toddler overnight and I have discovered that of all the talking I do at him (definatly 'at' because he's too little to converse) his favourite word above all others is 'necromancy.' Necromancy makes him giggle and clap his hands.
I have high hopes for this child.
But because there is a limit to how many times I can fall on the floor when he pretends to kill me (CHILDREN ARE EXHAUSTING) I am hiding in my room with tea and gorgeous female singers. Sadly, those are only in picture form.
( With the gorgeous of Emilie Autumn, Amanda Palmer, Christina Scabbia and Simone Simons )
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Oh my god. Does anyone want to give me 800,000 US so I can buy it?
Or maybe I can sneak in and replace it with the art print I have hanging on my wall. THEY'LL NEVER KNOW!
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Ah, hangover, we meet once again. Thought you could catch me unaware, my old friend? How foolish of you. We should both know better by now than to play these silly games. To the death, you say, hangover? No, dear hangover, to the pain.
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