Gahh, someone just swong their stretchy keychain at me and nailed me in the head. It was one of those hits that was hard enough to make you smell something even though you're not. Not unlike wasabi burn smell. I still have a mark on my forehead.
We piled in my room tonight for gaming because we couldn't find anywhere else. I pity my neighbors.
The Japanese test this morning went okay I think. Sort of a relief its done with, but tomorrow (today, huh) we're already plunging into the next chapter.
I'm getting a lot of music in my library thanks to the same head punisher. Payback maybe.
I'll heave you with some Miss Kittin quotes:
"You know Frank Sinatra? He is dead. Heh heh, dead, hah heh heh." Miss Kittin - Frank Sinatra
"Can I go out with you tonight? I feel... I feel like taking a life." Golden Boy and Miss Kitten - Rippin Kitten
I miss my muse.
3 comments:
I miss your musings.
that sinatra song is fucked up in general. but it's hilarious
Weren't you the one that gave it to me? I've found more Miss Kittin since.
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