the post about nothing!

[two_grey_rooms]

I...just felt compelled to add myself as a livejournal friend, for reasons I am finding difficult to articulate. Uhm. Some possible explanations I am entertaining in the face of a TOTAL VOID OF LOGIC:

1. This course of action clearly promotes the illusion of self-confidence. I am even considering someday finding it a place on a shiny, shiny college resume.

2. OR MAYBE it is of a profane nature and doesn't belong in such an overwhelmingly scrupulous environment: maybe I have actually just answered the eternal question would I do me? (I WOULD, AND I DO, IN CASE YOU MISSED THAT.)

2. OR MAYBE it is actually a masochistic Cave of Solitude. HOW WILL I EVER FRIEND ME BACK? WHAT IF I DRIVE ME TO FLOUNCIFICATION? I DON'T THINK I AM BUILT TO SURVIVE THIS KINDA ANGST. D: D: D:

3. ...and now I'm too busy weeping piteously to think of any more reasons. *BASKS IN LONELY LIVEJOURNAL DESPERADO-DOM* (I am totally badass enough to be a desperado okay. I am at least an outlaw in the face of LOGIC, and no one can deny that.)

[Poll #1397035]

...my brain, sometimes ze is inane as all hell. And I mean the doctor's-waiting-room level of hell reserved for procrastinators, I guess, because otherwise the phrase "inane as all hell" doesn't actually make any SENSE, does it. Because fire and brimstone are much more terrifying and smelly than they are inane. In other, much more pressing news, tea is delicious. Do you know who is even more delicious than tea? BETH MOTHERFUCKING DITTO, THAT'S WHO. THE GOSSIP HAS A NEW SINGLE OUT, YOU GUYS \o/ \o/ \o/. If you are unacquainted with Beth Ditto, she is all you ever need to know about awesomeness, pretty much. If you need any convincing, I would like to introduce you to ishyface's kick-ass picspam from forevers ago. I would also like to advertise the fact that an earbud has just found its way nearly up my left nostril, for reasons I am not sure enough of to report (read: I AM SO UNCOORDINATED THAT SOMETIMES THINGS WOT DON'T BELONG IN IMPOSSIBLE ORIFICES END UP THERE. that sounds horrifically double entendre-y, doesn't it ;__;). LET IT BE KNOWN THAT EVEN MY BOOGERS ARE RIOT GRRRLS. Also, this entry lacks any cohesive narrative. In case you hadn't noticed already. BRAIN, DO YOU THINK YOU COULD MANAGE TO SIT STILL FOR AWHILE? I WOULD BE VERY APPRECIATIVE, JUST SAYIN.

(ALSO, IT IS FRIDAY. I NO DO THE THINKY TOO WELL TONIGHT, BUT HEY! I LIKE THIS. DOUBLEPLUSGOOOOOD.)

Comments

[cool-rain-kiss.livejournal.com]

DUDE BELIEVE IT OR NOT I HAVE ACTUALLY HEARD OF THE GOSSIP. AND HAVE SOME OF THEIR SONGS! :DDD?

[two-grey-rooms.livejournal.com]

GTFO. THE KITTY DOES NOT...HOW YOU SAY...HEAR OF THINGS. THE KITTY DEFLECTS ALL MUSIC THAT DOES NOT COME EQUIPPED WITH EITHER 1) A FEATHER BOA OR 2) A COWBOY HAT.

Wait wait! Pretty positive the Ditto has rocked a feather boa, at least once (the woman has rocked every possible fashion statement at least once, jeezusgod♥___♥). Aha! This explains it. You were in a state of hopelessly drug-addled confusion and mistook her for Gee Way, am I right?

[cool-rain-kiss.livejournal.com]

NOOOOO. actually, you can blame Artichokie for this 'cause she knows I'm always all "needs moar awesome fat chicks, world ♥___♥" so when she got into them, she rushed to tell me. I think it was one of the only bands she's into that stuck with me.

I need moar of their tunes. Mine are rly shitty quality :(

[cool-rain-kiss.livejournal.com]

Also, I would like to see Beth Ditto in a cowboy hat *_____*

[two-grey-rooms.livejournal.com]

"needs moar awesome fat chicks, world ♥___♥"

I FOUND ONE, AND IMA MOLEST HER PROPERLY IN JUUUUUUUULYYYYYYYYYY. :D :D :D :D

LOL WATCH IT, YOUR COUNTRY FETISH IS SHOWING.

[cool-rain-kiss.livejournal.com]

HEY HEY HEY >:D



... WHAT COUNTRY FETISH? >_>

[two-grey-rooms.livejournal.com]

Your icon repulses (JOHNNY CASH MAKES ME SUICIDAL), BUT I WILL NOT BE DETERRED. I come bearing music, and I do it because I want in your pants, country fetish or no (I am NOT wearing a cowboy hat for you).

uhh, also, on the grand scale of Stuff Done In The Name Of Getting Into Ladies' Pants, this doesn't really rank up there with writing your name in the clouds, just sayin. I lifted all these links off indie_exchange for the sake of expedience. BUT BUT I WENT SIFTING THROUGH ALL THOSE GODDAMMNED TAGS, JUST FOR YOOOOOU. THAT MUST COUNT FOR SOMETHING.

Standing in the Way of Control
Live in Liverpool
The Gossip EP
That's Not What I Heard
Arkansas Heat EP
Movement
Yr Mangled Heart
cover of "Careless Whisper

[cool-rain-kiss.livejournal.com]

No cowboy hat, no sex. THEM'S THE RULES, YO.


OMG MUSIC ♥______♥

[two-grey-rooms.livejournal.com]

FINE. Then YOU have to wear a pimp suit. The cane is prerequisite, no exceptions.

AND THE GOSSIP HAS TO BE PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND, OBVIOUSLY.

[cool-rain-kiss.livejournal.com]

I think you support canefucking, and I'm not sure how I feel about that.


WELL HOBVIOUSLY.

[two-grey-rooms.livejournal.com]

sure you do! Don't make me beat it into you.

[cool-rain-kiss.livejournal.com]

...

HOT

HEY HEY YOU

[cool-rain-kiss.livejournal.com]

Do you still want a DW invite code?