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Apr. 11th, 2006 09:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tilly_stratfordYour poison letter, your telegram
Just goes to show you don't give a damn
Back again, badabing-badaboom. Ate some great cake, had to walk half a mile to find a toilet (not really, but it felt like that), slept in a 300 years old cabin, wanted to kidnap a farm kitten, enraged a ram by calling him pregnant, and rediscovered my interest in knitting. So all in all, a nice trip.
Ugh, I had the most annoying dreams last night. In one I arrived late for Christmas dinner and tried to explain why it upset me that nobody had saved me anything. In the other I was on a class trip and we lived in these small cabins (eh, eh?) and an older girl was busily ripping my bedsheets off the bunk I had carefully selected earlier. In the end I was standing on the bunk like some possessive deranged badger, and my reasoning became sillier and sillier. "You arranged it with the camp manager? I don't care if you had screaming sex with the camp manager for the last eight hours, I was here first! See these slippers? They're mine, they mark my territory. Don't you rip them - !"
No wonder I feel like I've been fighting all night.
Right, a quick retelling of the scores between me and my boyfriend:
I've introduced him to The boondock saints, all the goodness that is Sandman, Joikakaker and maybe just a little bit of Preacher.
He's introduced me to A night at the Roxbury ("Emiliooo! Emiliooo!"), basic Japanese, Wind sung by Akeboshi, the awesomness that is Sephiroth, and just lately I've started reading Samurai deeper Kyo:
Awesomeness on a stick, I tell you. But what's with all the sword-licking?
Just goes to show you don't give a damn
Back again, badabing-badaboom. Ate some great cake, had to walk half a mile to find a toilet (not really, but it felt like that), slept in a 300 years old cabin, wanted to kidnap a farm kitten, enraged a ram by calling him pregnant, and rediscovered my interest in knitting. So all in all, a nice trip.
Ugh, I had the most annoying dreams last night. In one I arrived late for Christmas dinner and tried to explain why it upset me that nobody had saved me anything. In the other I was on a class trip and we lived in these small cabins (eh, eh?) and an older girl was busily ripping my bedsheets off the bunk I had carefully selected earlier. In the end I was standing on the bunk like some possessive deranged badger, and my reasoning became sillier and sillier. "You arranged it with the camp manager? I don't care if you had screaming sex with the camp manager for the last eight hours, I was here first! See these slippers? They're mine, they mark my territory. Don't you rip them - !"
No wonder I feel like I've been fighting all night.
Right, a quick retelling of the scores between me and my boyfriend:
I've introduced him to The boondock saints, all the goodness that is Sandman, Joikakaker and maybe just a little bit of Preacher.
He's introduced me to A night at the Roxbury ("Emiliooo! Emiliooo!"), basic Japanese, Wind sung by Akeboshi, the awesomness that is Sephiroth, and just lately I've started reading Samurai deeper Kyo:
Awesomeness on a stick, I tell you. But what's with all the sword-licking?
