Hello. My name is Jonny. Well, hello. My name is Jonny. I like to explain myself, and I like to complain in vain. Sweet little boy, Jonny. Sweet little boy.
You’re a SCARY yaoi fangirl.
I-E-A-I-A-I-O!! WAAAAAAAAI, AND WE LIGHT UP THE SKY!!!!!!! DA HA HA AH HA HA HA HA HA!!! ONE FLAG! FLAGGY BUT ONE!!
*works on Wildcat* But I don’t feel like working on Wildcat anymore. *runs to room to grab different file on disk* Ah, Ojousama Hanayome…. I’ll probably not work on it for very long because I’m not on my own computer with my DVD-ROM in order to check the exact lines for the parody, but I can get a few paragraphs done, at least. The stupid Tasuki joke, anyway. After that I will work on Crimson Coronation. *licks knife*
Life is but a dream drifting on a stream, a stream, consciously, it seems… all of what remains… EGO BRAIN
My van got stuck in the snow at the top of the hill, and spun the wheels for, like, thirty seconds before I could move. This was in the middle of the street. And so another day goes by without me going to get my beloved table. *sniff* I miss my table. My back misses my table too, almost as much as it misses my chair. Lots of roads in the city get taken care of, but not this neighborhood. Urgh.
I but a little bit bit bit show, but a little bit bit bit shame, but a little bit bit bit bit bit bit… I but a little bit bit bit show, but a little bit bit bit shame, but a little bit bit bit bit bit bit… I’m just demeaning the pack, just demeaning the pack, just demeaning the pack… I’m just demeaning the pack, just demeaning the pack, just demeaning the pack… WAR! Fuck the system! WAR! Fuck the system, fuck the system! WAR! Fuck the system! I need to fuck the sys, I need to fuck the sys, I need to fuck the sys! We all need to fuck the sys, we all need to fuck the sys, we all need to fuck the sys! I but a little bit bit bit shame, but a little bit bit bit bit bit bit bit… I need to fuck the sys, I need to fuck the sys, we all need to fuck the sys, we all need to fuck the system!!!!!!!
Nobody wants to hire me. Apparently I’m just not cool enough for anyone in this city. I’ve sunken so far that I’ve actually applied at a McDonald’s in a different chain than the one I quit. After they gave me the application, I asked if they had a pen or something I could use to fill it out, since I didn’t want to go all the way home just to fill out an application. The guy (I found out he was the general manager, actuall) said, “No, it’s my policy not to give pens to people applying for jobs.” I just stared at him, and he explained, “If you want a job, you need to be prepared to apply for a job. I’m not going to be responsible for you.” I wanted to say, OK, next time I go out to lunch with my sister I’ll remember to bring a pen just in case I decide to stop somewhere on the way home and apply for a job, but I didn’t. What a treat it will be to work there, ne? Oh, well, whatever.
Do you want me to try directing your nights? (This line makes me think of Schu-chan, my sexy little mastermind, ngyee hee hee)
*works on Ojousama Hanayome* I don’t know how I can bring myself to write such utterly lame jokes. Well, for this one, it’s enough consolation to have Sano flirting with Tasuki. But most of the time I just groan and die when I’m trying to edit this lame stuff I produce. I don’t know why I attempt comedy at all, but I keep doing it. I’m even planning a really stupid crossover thing, that I’m going to start one of these days, that will be just as un-funny as all my stupid pseudo-comedies.
I know how I feel when I’m around you I don’t know how I feel when I’m around you I I know how I feel when I’m around you I don’t know how I feel when I’m around you around you I I know how I feel when I’m around I don’t know how I feel when I’m around you I I know how I feel when I’m around you I don’t know how I feel when I’m around you around you around you around you around you
Nobody will ever answer all twelve questions of my impossible challenge correctly. I made it too hard. Especially the thing from Secret of the Sword. Most of the answers can be found by Googling parts of the questions, but that one, the one about Luke’s artificial hand, and the one about Yoko Kanno, don’t turn up anything useful in the search engine.
You are gone… goodbyes are long… GOODBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Speaking of lame comedies, as I was above, I just realized than in all my lame comedies Sano is a major slut. I wonder why that is. An expression of a secret desire, perhaps? ROFLOL. He won’t be in my upcoming stupidity, however. Well, actually, he might be. He’ll get Saitou, anyway. Whatever.
This one reminds me of Farfie: The unsettled mind is at times an ally, leaving the senses to fend for them selves. Then, the senses wanted the sky. All rise, I fall! Time feels like a midnight ride, finality waits outside, weeping in perplexity’s arms, caressing our smiles inside…
OK, enough Ojousama Hanayome. Time for Crimson Coronation. Speaking of Farfie. *glees, spazzes* According to Farfarello.org, he is David Bowie. Da ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!! So I go around saying that. Farfie is David Bowie. Da ha ha!!! Shimatta, I find I’m not interested in working on that one either. I hate it when that happens. Usually when it does, I play my game of writing one sentence/paragraph (whichever I can manage) in every unfinished story on my hard drive. But I’m not on my own computer, since I don’t have internet access there, so I can’t do that. I know…. I’ll read some stories and see if I get inspired. *checks favorites* Hmm, no new updates there. I’ll just reread stuff by my favorite authors. I’ll start with ‘dori-chan.
Life-threatening lifestyles: a hitman, a nun, lovers. Oh, have I moved on to a different album? Guess I have.
Speaking of fanfics and ‘dori-chan, yay on the Rurouni Kenshin Reader’s Choice 2002 Fanfic Awards!!! I nominated all sorts of stuff, mostly by ‘dori-chan. Yay on that!!!!
I sit in my desolate room… no lights? no music?!
No mas, no mas.