jheti: Inara from Firefly, by Angiefaith. (i don't fucking know)
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Well, here we are. I don't really remember how to do this right, so I'll just leave my Clu playlist on and keep typing.

Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died


Why is this, I seriously used this for his theme song.

We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed
the day the music died?


I gutted out all my presentations last week so I think that means I don't have to do more. I think.

Bad Romance is fucking amazing on my shitty Phillips earbuds, because the bass goes directly into my skull.

You know, I like to use this song to explain my social problem to normals. I have a few problems reading cues because I get very excited and thus verbally mow over people sometimes, but my A-1 Real Life social problem is this:

When more than about three people are talking to me? Especially if they are all talking at the same time, like people in groups and especially girls in a group, usually do?

I don't hear talking anymore. My brain just kind of shorts, and suddenly all I hear are vowels and consonants and vocal trills without any meaning whatsoever.

Point being?

I've started just imagining that they're singing RA RA, RAH AHAHA, RUMAH RUMMUMA, GAGA OOH LALA and it helps keep a smile on my face while I wait for them to start making sense again.

For me, though, this song will always be attached to space uke being intensely discomfited over the subject of Ms. Gaga's. Tendency to do things with her hands in all her videos.

Ladies of the evening lacquer their nails green as heart's blood, come hither.



(It took a year of Vulcan handporn, and suddenly I understand, comparatively, exactly how some people can have, I guess the most common is probably a shoe thing? Or a foot thing? I used to know; I took The Biology of Human Sexuality for my science elective in thirteenth grade. Not nearly as exciting--or informative--as the name would suggest.

I'm stuck with a residual hand thing. Some girl had henna on the other day, and hello.

Just. All the care and delicate tracing that went into the brush, into the ink, the backs of knuckles velvet wet.

And the guys at the gym with those ridiculous fingerless gloves. Just. The hint of friction against the inner meat of the palm.


Fold 'em let him hit me
Raise it baby, STAY WITH ME
Some of them want to abuse you
And baby, when it's love if it's not rough it isn't
Declare Independence
Don't let them do that to you
Everybody's lookin' for something
I wanna roll with him, a hard pair we will be
Who am I to disagree
Declare Independence
Don't let them do that to you


Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died


That's all there is.

Dulce et decorum est.

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