And I'll Not Ask (For Wine)
Jul. 16th, 2007 07:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jheti
"End Emotional Eating!" YOU SO SHOULD. You will totally lose wait.
That's not a typo. Think about it.
I hurt too much for another round, but I don't want the muse!quiet that comes with a drink. Not that I expect to get anything useful out of her ever again.
I never did like Vulcans. Bright-eyed hopeful little girl who smiled every time the good doctor landed a barb. Score.
My ambitions curled up in a little ball and withered to death when I was three years old. I had just started attending nursery school, and the nice lady with the flashcards felt compelled to explain, albeit gently, that there was no such thing as Starfleet.
WHAT GOOD ARE YOUR SCIENTISTS. USELESS LIARS.
The Internet is magic. Generated by captive faeries in a secret Illuminati pan-governmental facility that controls world politics from its ninja-fortified, sentient cybernetic Antarctic base. The seas are patrolled by cannibal Russian mermen. Because mermen are hot. One solves the mermaid problem primarily by sliding the fusion down a few inches, yes?
Hell, giant squid mate using their arms. Arm-wrestling!porn ftw?
We're ready to believe you.
That's not a typo. Think about it.
I hurt too much for another round, but I don't want the muse!quiet that comes with a drink. Not that I expect to get anything useful out of her ever again.
I never did like Vulcans. Bright-eyed hopeful little girl who smiled every time the good doctor landed a barb. Score.
My ambitions curled up in a little ball and withered to death when I was three years old. I had just started attending nursery school, and the nice lady with the flashcards felt compelled to explain, albeit gently, that there was no such thing as Starfleet.
WHAT GOOD ARE YOUR SCIENTISTS. USELESS LIARS.
The Internet is magic. Generated by captive faeries in a secret Illuminati pan-governmental facility that controls world politics from its ninja-fortified, sentient cybernetic Antarctic base. The seas are patrolled by cannibal Russian mermen. Because mermen are hot. One solves the mermaid problem primarily by sliding the fusion down a few inches, yes?
Hell, giant squid mate using their arms. Arm-wrestling!porn ftw?
We're ready to believe you.
