I have Becky in my house! JACK BAUER POWER FOUR OR FIVE HOURS! Yeeeah! Becky has been over for the last...eh...over 24 hours. We wants Jack!
Becky has been writing me porn!
Lots of porn! Many porn! Doc porn! Porn that is so chaste porn that it's almost...not porn! But it's still porn, cause they're doing it in the daytime with the LIGHTS on! REEEEEEEEEEEER PORN!
We've been watcing 24, and there's all these EVIL TISSUES on the floor because of the phone caaaaall! Becky says meh. It was so saaad! And Mason! Everyone (Becky made a high pitched noise) should watch 24! Because JACK IS SEX! SEX SEX SEX! TAKE-CHARGE JACK TURNS ME ON! And Becky has gone almost an entire day without hitting on me. (She just laughed. "Jack, the cure to lesbianism.") But Becky is not a lesbian!
All the time.
Haha. Wee, look at mood! EVEN THOUGH THERE ISN'T ANY ACID!!!!!! We kept staring at our hands in the car on the way back form disney. It was like..there...WAS acid! We kept seeing all these signs, and STILL CAN'T FIND A TITLE FOR THE YG FIC!
But we bought Blaze of Gloreh! And...eh...listened...to it. A lot. AND THEN WE...SAT DOWN!
And decided to write the most deranged post in the history of my journal. bwaahahahahahahahahahahaAAAAAAAAAAAA! Yes, precious. We did. HA, we saw the same guy at disney that we did last time! And his name is Richard. OH, THE IRONY!
Suuuure. Kit can't stand to lose, so she BLAMED IT ON THE ACID.
I did not! I blamed it on the ISN'T ANY ACID! NO ACID! JUST TOO MUCH CAFFIENE! YES! NO ACID! Shut up, Huey Walker! What's sad is, we didn't even have to watch that movie to get like this. Nor did we have to take the acid. Because there wasn't any.
Sure there wasn't any acid. There was caffiene, but there was REPRESSED SEXUAL ENERGY! LET'S face it. We need sex. We need porn. We need to get laid.
WHERE'S KIEFER WHEN YOU NEED HIM? Eh. So Becky wrote porn. And...yeah. She wrote Dave/Jo porn. She wrote Dick/Jo porn, which is...PORN. Especially if you think about the NAME. And she wrote Doc/Gin porn for meeeeee and she's still writing it! Yeah, it's porn. What was that Star Wars icon with Padme? "My fandom truly, deeply needs to get laid." So where's Kiefer? I would use the predatory mood right now, or the horny one, BUT THERE ISN'T ANY ACID!
I want Sheen, you take Kiefer. And Yes, there was acid in our muffins. Admit it.
I will not, you're LYING! BELIEVE NOTHING SHE SAYS IN HERE! SHE'S LYING BECAUSE SHE'S ON THE ACID THAT'S NOT THERE! She's laughing at me now.
Oh, I'm just thinking outloud.
Laughing isn't a thought. ...And you're doing it again.
Eh...eh. Ahem. sheen SWEX!
SWEX! SWEX! THAT WAS ME TRYING TO MAKE HER SAY SOMETHING! I SAID IT! THE FUCKED UP WORD BELONGS TO MEEEE!
I have to pee.
No you don't, that's just become a reaction to something you can't respond adequately to.
Good point. Sorry, but you know that milk we had this morning?
There was no acid.
*sound of Becky laughing hysterically*
I kind of, eh...slipped some acid in your milk. It's your move.
I don't believe you.
Well how else would we PASS OUT DURING 24?!
That was before we had milk, Becky.
Oh, sure, get technical.
It's not technical. It's just not being stupid.
The sexiest part about you is your brain!
The one above your thighs and below your back!
I don't have a penis, Becky.
Well if you did, it would be backwards. Like a little tail!
HOW THE HELL DID WE GET INTO THIS DISCUSSION! CHANGING SUBJECT, CHANGING SUBJECT! So how about that Sheen guy...you know, Charlie Sheen? Does he wear tighty-whities?
No, but in Major League (PALMER IN SPEEDO!) he grabs his crotch and tells someone to blow him! *raises hand*
Becky, would you really, honestly...I'm not even going to ask that. Hey, how about those gay dancers in Tarzan Rocks? I THINK WE FOUND HALDIR'S JOB!
YOU'LL BEEEEE IN MAH HEART!
But it's SOO liberating!
DON'T KILL US, MOLLEH! BUT...THEY WERE WEARING SPANDEX! AND HIGH KICKING! AND SWIVELING HIPS AND...performing Silmarillion: The Musical whilst naked. NEKKID! NEKKID KIEFER! WE SHOULD WATCH THAT NOW, BEFORE BECKY'S MOM AND MY PARENTS STOP TALKING! *gets up*
Oh, you mean before 2005? ^_____^ Ah don' maaaaahnd! Beckeh ebonics.
MEHHHHHHHHHH! I WANT...UM...PORN. Becky, write me pr0n. Hee, pr0n. Uhhh...fat rappers on TV. Oh no, the parents are moving towards the door. We might not get to see this. And squee to death.
I going to HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLL. HELLFIRE AND SEX!
Becky just left, while still insisting that there was acid. Yes, precious. AAAAACID! THERE WAS NONE! NONE AT ALL, NEVER ACID! SHE WAS LYING! I think I'll watched naked Kiefer. Or manip. Yeah. Actually I'll probably end up having to do my homework. Dammit. But THERE ISN'T ANY ACID! HAHAHAAA, SEE icon icon icon! Appropriate! Hahaaa! So hyper! I swear, we spent 80% of the hour and a half drive to Animal Kingdom laughing. We went to Animal Kingdom, got wet on the rapids ride, saw kitties (tigers), saw TARZAN ROCKS AND THE GAY MALE DANCERS, saw the Bronto Butt of Reala's DOOM, saw the Dino-Bite, ate in the Dino-Bite, got odd karma in the Dino-Bite (THEY HAD BORN TO BE WILD, WILD THING, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE AND OTHER SIGNIFICANT SONGS ON THE JUKEBOX, which we heard in phantom soft noises throughout Dinoland.), I held up an empty fry box at a beam of light coming through a window, went "Siiiiiimbaaaaa" and made Becky choke on her soda, got rained on (which happened last time we went to Disney, and got rainchecks, which is why we got to go yesterday) and saw a DYNAMIC bus. Really, it said dynamic on it. IT'S A SIGN! We tried the whole time to come up with a title for the fic we've been writing for SIX MONTHS and been RESEARCHING THE HELL OUT OF OUT LITTLE BRAINS FOR, AND TORTURING MOLLY FOR, AND WRITING FOR SIX MONTHS AND STILL NO TITLE! MEEEEHHHHH!
And I really hadn't thought about the whole lights-on part of the porn-that-isn't-porn that she's writing me. Wow, it is. Heeyyyy...ummm...PORN. Write fast, Beckeh, and I shall manip fast!
But yeah. We laughed about Melia. I made aberrantpundit
an icon. We took pictures of the SIGNS we saw.
WE WENT TO VIRGIN MEGASTORE! They have 24!!!! They have Desert Saints! I was so very tempted to beg my mom for $10, but she's already helping me to buy 24 S1 and S2. They had Bed of Roses! They had lots of movies...um...DARK CITY, they had that! They had Stand and Deliver! They had Major League I&II! They had a 24 guide, the US one, which sucks. I like the fan-made UK one better.
Ahhh, am slowly winding down. But I'll be enjoying my DVD-ROM later today, so I might be hyper again-
AHHHHHHHHH I FORGOT HOW COULD I FORGET? THEY HAD FLASHBACK ON DVD! I SO WANTED IT! OH MY GOD, I LOVE THAT MOVIE! As...is...evident...by ranting about acid above. BUT I WISH I COULD HAVE BOUGHT THAT TOO! We bought Blaze of Glory, which Becky is going to get once I order my own copy off BestBuy.com. MUSIC SO WONDERFUL! I just wish there was more of the instrumentals by Alan Silvestri. AND I WISH THERE WAS A YOUNG GUNS I SOUNDTRACK! Ahhh winding down again. I have to pee. Really, it's not just a reaction. So, I'll shut my mouth.
VIVE LE PORN! Ha, we followed around Scottish people at Disney to listen to their accents. And we saw lots of Brits wearing FCUK shoes and shirts and stuff. So, uh, off I go to pee, and then manip and clean up the tissues strewn on the floor from S2 10-11 pm!