June 4th, 2005

taiga

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kaichan describes an RP session with a slightly clueless friend in this post.

J: Ok, my character is going to search for any psychic people.
GM: Oh-kay... You sense D's character is psychic.
D: *Decides his character need's the toilet*
J: I follow him.
GM: ... Right. And does what?
J: I walk up behind him.
D: I pull out my gun and point it over my shoulder, saying "What do you want?"
J: How does he know I'm there?!
GM: ... Because he's psychic? o_O
pretty sunset

My friends lead more interesting lives than I

rin_kali has a surreal celebrity sighting coming back from LA

Okay, okay! Here's the icing on the cake! I was getting on my plane this morning (which I almost missed) and I just squeaked through the doors. I had to walk through the first class to get to my stupid crappy seats and as I walked through a man reached across right in front of me to hand his wife something on the other side of the aisle, which required me to stop short because his arm was literally inches away from me. Then I actually looked at the guy and you'll never guess who it was. Never, not in a million years. There's no way you could see this coming it is THAT random. Collapse )
agent may is unimpressed

This is too surreal for even customers_suck

Won't somebody think of the Homo Thugs?
They think of you in hotpants lying over the hood of their pimped-out ride.

Someone special ordered an African-American Fiction book titled Homo Thug. Not just one book, but two. S/he left a last name, but not a first. I called the person once yesterday to pick up the book, but she was just like, "Homo WHAT?" Made me wonder if someone else ordered it.

Still, will no one think of the Homo Thugs? [sniff] They need a good home.

Okay, I just wrote this entry to say "Homo Thug" as often as possible. True story, though.


--msmarvel1 works in a book store now.
jenova

You KNOW the RP's Bad When...

"...you decide to trump all the "gorgeous raven tresses", "all the curves in all the right places", and "her eyes were so deep you could lose yourself in them"s by coining the phrase "her cleavage was so deep you could lose yourself in it" just to see how everyone reacts."

magdaleina, here.



More! A metameta, because I thought it was great.

Music's a bugger to describe in words too. I've just had the following conversation with someone on MSN, when trying to explain Beethoven's never-ending cadences (friend of a friend of a friend's father reckoned that Beethoven just couldn't come) to a friend who knows nothing about music:

Me: a cadence is like saying "That's it," at the end of a story, or of a paragraph, in a smaller way. Often used for ending phrases, and used importantly for ending movements. "That's it" is two words, right?
Her: What's a movement? [Digression to explain what a movement is.]
Me: Beethoven does the equivalent of this:
That's it! That's it! That that that that's it, that's it, that's it, THAT'S IT, THAT'S - IT. It itty-itty-itty-itty-itty-IT.
(multiply by about ten)


elettaria, here.
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Seven deadly sins

You smell MALE.

dramashark tells of another hilarious conversation with her mother in a friend-locked entry.

Dana: *opens bathroom door* I HATE YOU.
Mom: What?
Dana: I just used that body wash you bought for me.
Mom: And?
Dana: AND IT SAYS "JUST FOR MEN" ON IT AND I DIDN'T SEE IT UNTIL IT WAS LIKE ALL OVER ME
Mom: Whaat? I didn't get that and - guys don't smell any different.
Dana: YES THEY DO. AND THAT BODY WASH SMELLS LIKE AXE AND I HAD TO TAKE A WHOLE ANOTHER SHOWER TO WASH IT OFF BUT IT DOESN'T COME OFF.
Mom: XD.
Dana: *puts a towel on and runs into her mom's room* SEE? SMELL MY ARM.
Mom: *sniff* ... oh my god
Dana: TOLD YOU. I HOPE YOU SUFFERRRR ;_____;
Mom: XD You smell MALE.
Dana: XD I hate you, you know. *runs to take yet another shower*
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Tony works (by matilda7)

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meyerlemon is tired of running across Andy Richter everywhere she goes.

Man, this morning I was at a garage sale, and who was there? MY CELEBRITY STALKER, Andy Richter. Seriously, I have seen him around town more often than some of my close friends- always at improbable locales like trashy taquerias at two in the morning- and, frankly, I'm tired of it! Celebrities, even b-grade ones like Andy, should not be allowed to go to garage sales. It gives the whole thing a very odd atmosphere, and precluded people from taking a look at the NordicTrack he was leaning on. He was talking loudly to another dude about digital cameras and was totally ruining the Saturday Morning Thrifting Vibe. Even the hardcore Vietnamese grandma was too uncomfortable to haggle in front of him. THANKS A LOT, Andy.
Kushiel's Legacy: Rainbow Love.

And I know I just posted, but...

...I had to post this letter from mstakenidentity:


Dear Washing Machine,

You ate one of my socks. This is annoying. If you had to eat a sock could you not have picked an old, threadbare one filled with holes? Did it have to be a new only-worn-once black knee-high sock that was incredibly warm and comfortable? You must have eaten it, it's not in the lounge, it's not on the laundry floor, it's not on the ground in the back-yard, I didn't hang it on the line. It has dissappeared.

You ate it.

I am not talking to you.

No love,

mstakenidentity
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A friend of mine just got back to Los Angeles after being away for about 6 months. Her first entry upon returning:

last night i saw paris hilton at the spider club. then, when i thought it could not get any better, across the street was a gothic fatty porn being shot from many angles on the sidewalk.

i love LA