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The Mansions of the Silence
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[Aug. 3rd, 2006|10:40 pm] |
Frank-n-Furtur and Columbia are pleased to anounce the birth of their first child, weighing some grams, being of a certain length and of a gender of some sort. Rumours of feathers and a generally parrot-like quality remain unconfirmed.
Sweet transvestite and baby doing well, despite the endless bitching about the loss of his waspish waist and never getting into that corset again. |
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| What's a Vimes to do? |
[Jul. 30th, 2006|03:32 pm] |
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Susan Sto Helit is in Auckland pretending to be happy to see people she didn't like five years ago and still doesn't like today. Ah, school reunions. Vimes is looking foward to skipping his.
Anyway while the governess is away the watchman shall play.... and we all know that this means....
LESBIANS!!! MUSHROOMS!!! DIAMOND HEISTS!!!
*ahem*
Well, maybe not diamond heists.... maybe.... |
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[Jul. 26th, 2006|08:24 pm] |
Words of wisdom from Iago, bastard Italian metrosexual:
"I can't take that handbag, I'm wearing leopard print."
This is Tamora, Queen of the Goths, giggling, signing off. |
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[Jul. 25th, 2006|09:42 am] |
After much whinging, putting-off and cries of "but it's an Adam Sandler movie! It'll be shit!" I finally manged to get Judas Priest to watch Little Nicky last night. She loved it. Of course. "Gawd is so smart. Like, Jeopardy smart" is her new catchphrase. I also enjoyed it coz she's so much more adept than me at recognising cameos. So whilst I giggled at her reactions to Reese Witherspoon, Henry Winkler and Ozzy turning up she pointed out to me that the insane "You make the good Lord... very nervous" preacher is played by Quentin Tarantino. And this time around I got Rodney Dangerfield's "Even in hell I get no respect" line. And of course Rhys Ifans just gets hotter every time. Back off my shiny crossdressing devil-boy, biatch.
Good times. I love that movie. Can you tell?
Black Sabbath out. |
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| I can't take it anymore. |
[Jul. 23rd, 2006|03:05 pm] |
She's out with her whore. I know it. Oh she can lie, try to make excuses like "I'm working all weekend" and "I'm staying at my Mother's" but I know the truth. She stays out all weekend and then expects her dinner to be waiting for her at 10pm when she comes home. 10pm. What kind of time is that?! She never sees the kids, never shows me any kind of respect or affection, the sex is frankly dismal and now with the lies and the whore. THE LIES AND THE WHORE.
"She's not a whore" she says. "She's a photographer" she says. "I'm just helping her with her portfolio" she says. Well you know what I say?! WHERE'S HER PORTFOLIO, IN HER UTERUS?!?!?!*
*transcribed from an actual text conversation earlier today. See? PROOF.
I can't take it anymore. I'm turning on all the taps in the house and taking the kids to my Mum's. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2006|10:36 pm] |
The Rampant Rabbi is high on codeine. Really, really high. It's hilarious. Best quote is currently, "Hey, the colours look different from down here", closely followed by "The lines of the wall are a straight line".
Codeine: Hallucinogen of the Gods!
She also objects to the name, but, in the words of the great Burger King advertisement, "Suck it and see!"
Anyways. The Carrier's first power bill has arrived. It's like we're real adults. Genesis requires photo ID - which boils down to the Kickass Cardinal faxing through her Driver's Licence. Mm, secure. |
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[Jun. 18th, 2006|01:29 pm] |
AHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN'T BREATHE!!!!!
In other news, I'm cold. Yes, yes, I know, EVERYONE'S cold but hey, not everyone's posting on here, are they?
I'm sure there's some whiney logic in there somewhere.
I really REALLY want to watch Kill Bill vols. 1 and 2 and the extended LOTR movies. As in I'm having cravings for them. Unfortunately I don't own them :( I do have Serenity however. Shiney. And Black Books too, except DVD3 is scratched and won't play the episode I want it to.
Mmmm bangers'n'mash for din-dins.... Hahaha I just thought "man, I'm hungry, how far away's dinner?" then I realised it's 1.37pm and I havn't even had lunch yet. Yay I'm BRIGHT.
Maybe I'll watch Dumbo.... except Swift's not home and I don't like watching it by myself. Those 'Pink Elephants on Parade' are seriously freaky *shudders*. Alice in Wonderland's on the same tape though. Might watch that instead.
Oh, and the party is NOT this Sat as previously announced. There appears to be something on at Subnine that interferes with our plans grrr. Never fear though, there WILL be a party. Watch this space! WATCH IT...... *shakes fist*
- Seel |
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[Jun. 15th, 2006|06:57 pm] |
Frank-n-Furter and Columbia make damn good stirfry. That is not a euphemism. Swear to God.
They have also decided that the flat shall henceforth be dubbed Serenity, for geek and ironic purposes. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2006|07:27 am] |
Fucking cold, man. That is all.
- Columbia |
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[Jun. 12th, 2006|11:23 am] |
What have we learnt today, kids?
We have learnt that raisin bread tastes really odd when its burnt on one side and slightly damp on the other. We have also learnt that 'fan grill' is a better setting than 'grill' when making toast. We have also learnt that Spider Jerusalem can't spell 'raisin'. He can now though. We have also learnt that Jesse Custer is not allowed to spent flat money on filthy FILTHY strawberry up'n'go. Chocolate or nothing. I MEAN IT.
Jesse Custer just arrived home. He was the one that eventually spelled 'raisin' correctly.
-Spider Jerusalem out. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2006|12:36 am] |
Gondor has no pants; Gondor needs no pants.
Of course, as soon as they hit that line I couldn't think of anything BUT the pants game. Quite ruined the rest of the 1st-half-of-the-movie DVD. Also, does it bug anyone else that Christopher Lee's hair is shiny and straight and his beard is frizzy? THEY. DON'T. MATCH. I think that makes me far more angry than it should.
Pippin's at his mums tonight. Won't be back til Monday. And lo, there was much rejoicing *yay*.
Guh. Cold and bored. Bedtime, methinks.
-Sam |
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[Jun. 9th, 2006|12:17 am] |
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Bree van de Kamp doesn't know what the HELL that bint is rabbiting on about, but since aforementioned bint has buggered off to have a shower, it's a moot point.
Religious debate of the day: is the main source of friction between Catholics and Jews caused because Jews have separate meat and dairy plates, and Catholics, being filthy Western types, generally consider meat and dairy to be in the SAME FUCKING FOOD GROUP?
Remember kids, the secret to genuine Irish cuisine is throwing everything in the pot and boiling it for seventeen hours! If you can't eat all three courses through a straw, it ain't the real deal!
So yeah ... expect this journal to get damned crazy damned quickly. See that there? ADVERB, people. We have our real journals for posting actually important things. Or, you know, not, 'cause this is, after all, Livejournal.
Bree hereby awards herself the Laurell K Hamilton Awful Writing Award for gratuitous use of the common or garden variety comma.
Can you believe neither of us have had alcohol in 24 hours? |
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| Ahhh, the first official post. |
[Jun. 8th, 2006|11:30 pm] |
Heh, Frank-n-Furter deflowered the_carrier. That's... so wrong.
This isn't the junior chamber of commerce, Brad!
So Columbia and Frank-n-Furter are settling in well blah blah blah. This place is B. E. A. Ewtiful, in the words of Jim Carey. They went for our first official 'shop' today mmmmm Moore Wilsons... Columia attempted to wear Mickey Mouse ears down Courtney Place. Frank-n-Furter had to stop her - he felt his sequinned platforms and corset caused enough of a stir.
Oh, and he REALLY wants to kill their ex-flatties. They appear to be holding his $400 bond ransom.... over a hole in the door, a lobster shaped oven mitt and a collander. WHICH BELONGS TO HIM ANYWAY. AND the 400 is down from 460, which he told them to keep for said expenses. VERBAL AGREEMENT PEOPLE.
Fuckers. That money, he found out on Tuesday, is actually his birthday present from his mother, intended to go towards his 'Loki Fund'. FUCK. ERS.
Frank-n-Furter out. |
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[Jun. 8th, 2006|11:13 pm] |
Testing, testing.... Jenny Sparks just ripped Shania Twain off Midnighter's iPod... testing... |
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