Note (Merely)
Dec. 27th, 2009 06:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jheti
I would just like it on the books that happiness really is a warm puppy. The scientific proof is presently curled under my left arm, puffing warmth against the inside of my wrist as I type with the opposite hand.
(How do right handed people even survive, omg seriously.)
For myself, I'm debating the merits of fun and wacky new age crystal cultism versus those of secular humanism--which, while fundamentally opposed to my conviction that earth is literally hell, will probably cost me less and also has a vague veneer of intellect about it. (And, apparently, it's guided the majority of my moral choices for the last two decades anyway.)
There will be Nero/Ayel, and Sherlock Holmes movieverse (dear god the source material is boring, but la, the movieverse slash could write ITSELF) despite the last six minutes or so of the entire film being utterly unwatchable.
Save your pity for the weak.
He snarled and then pitched over the side to his death. Mortal Kombat! Dun dun DUN DUN ksh ksh techno, roll credits.
The entire universe is one great sneeze followed immediately by a shrug and a "fuckit".
Mostly I just enjoyed RDJ hitting people.
It is my new year's resolution to thoroughly enjoy The Book Of Eli.
Denzel Washington with a machete.
Why hello there, fetish fuel.
Make him live as I live; again and again.
They went searching for your body
They went looking, but there's nobody
When it rains on your head, mate; cheers for that.
I think I loved you more than me
What a strange affection
I am incapable of regret
It is, meanwhile, my christmas wish to dream of something other than tenements and car crashes. They're increasing in duration, frequency, intensity; the alcohol, it does nothing, but so fair a nothing flashing past my lips like silk and razors, oh.
Gin. That's what's missing.
MOAR VIOLENCE ISALWAYS PROBABLY FICTIONALLY THE ANSWER.
(How do right handed people even survive, omg seriously.)
For myself, I'm debating the merits of fun and wacky new age crystal cultism versus those of secular humanism--which, while fundamentally opposed to my conviction that earth is literally hell, will probably cost me less and also has a vague veneer of intellect about it. (And, apparently, it's guided the majority of my moral choices for the last two decades anyway.)
There will be Nero/Ayel, and Sherlock Holmes movieverse (dear god the source material is boring, but la, the movieverse slash could write ITSELF) despite the last six minutes or so of the entire film being utterly unwatchable.
Save your pity for the weak.
He snarled and then pitched over the side to his death. Mortal Kombat! Dun dun DUN DUN ksh ksh techno, roll credits.
The entire universe is one great sneeze followed immediately by a shrug and a "fuckit".
Mostly I just enjoyed RDJ hitting people.
It is my new year's resolution to thoroughly enjoy The Book Of Eli.
Denzel Washington with a machete.
Why hello there, fetish fuel.
Make him live as I live; again and again.
They went searching for your body
They went looking, but there's nobody
When it rains on your head, mate; cheers for that.
I think I loved you more than me
What a strange affection
I am incapable of regret
It is, meanwhile, my christmas wish to dream of something other than tenements and car crashes. They're increasing in duration, frequency, intensity; the alcohol, it does nothing, but so fair a nothing flashing past my lips like silk and razors, oh.
Gin. That's what's missing.
MOAR VIOLENCE IS
