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Jul. 8th, 2003 07:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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pretty_fish (though that's definitely not a bad thing *user waves hi to pretty_fish*) when they debuted Clay Aiken's new single on the local radio station last night and I squeed in my car. (Boy, that sounds lovely, don't it? Like I spent all of my breaks at work scrubbing frantically at my driver's seat with soap and water.)
I'm so embarrassed. I never literally squee. I'm usually so much more dignified in my fangirlness. The worst you can usually expect out of me is a low-level wheeeeeee with a dash of eek and a pinch of aaaaaaa. So basically, not quite loud enough to shatter the windows, but just the right level to send my mom running out into the backyard positive that the house is on fire. (And this would be why I'm not allowed to watch The-Orly-And-Viggo-Comedy-Hour/Buddy-Movie that is FotR anymore when my mom's in the shower.)
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Today's Wicked-Cool Real Name of the Day -- Velvet Medlock. Isn't that the best? It sounds like the quiet yet seductive nanny in a Regency romance novel. Well, either that, or a serial-killing 80-year-old Las Vegas showgirl. (Ack. Suddenly getting a very vivid mental image of a really, really old stripper trying to seduce a poor, defenseless rake. May go wash brain out with Clorox.)
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I want to go buy two kittens and name them Kibbles and Bits. Then I want to buy a really hungry Doberman. Is that wrong? (Kidding, Mom! Please don't kill me.)
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Open letter to the guy who drove past me in the grey sports car as I was walking to work last night:
You schmuck. Did you honestly think screaming compliments at me while you were doing 65 mph in the city was going to work? Dude, if I was impressed enough by your classy catcalls to chase after you and I actually managed to catch up, it'd be the single lamest origin story in the history of comic book superheroes.
Also, I know I'm 5'2", but "Yo, shorty!" is not an acceptable opening line unless it's followed by "It's your birthday!" and you tossing me a gift-wrapped set of winning Powerball numbers.
Plus, your hair stands up straight and you're bloody stupid, yet you're neither Angel nor David Boreanaz. One of these is good, one is bad. You figure it out.
Oh, and that spiky hair? When you stick it out the window of a grey sports car like that, you end up presenting a total appearance of a giant diseased penis with a hairy mole on the side. Just thought you'd like to know.
P.S. Playing Eminem at those levels has been known to cause sterility in lab monkeys. And it totally turns off women with brain cells, but I'm getting the picture that was your goal.
pretty_fish (though that's definitely not a bad thing *user waves hi to pretty_fish*) when they debuted Clay Aiken's new single on the local radio station last night and I squeed in my car. (Boy, that sounds lovely, don't it? Like I spent all of my breaks at work scrubbing frantically at my driver's seat with soap and water.) I'm so embarrassed. I never literally squee. I'm usually so much more dignified in my fangirlness. The worst you can usually expect out of me is a low-level wheeeeeee with a dash of eek and a pinch of aaaaaaa. So basically, not quite loud enough to shatter the windows, but just the right level to send my mom running out into the backyard positive that the house is on fire. (And this would be why I'm not allowed to watch The-Orly-And-Viggo-Comedy-Hour/Buddy-Movie that is FotR anymore when my mom's in the shower.)
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Today's Wicked-Cool Real Name of the Day -- Velvet Medlock. Isn't that the best? It sounds like the quiet yet seductive nanny in a Regency romance novel. Well, either that, or a serial-killing 80-year-old Las Vegas showgirl. (Ack. Suddenly getting a very vivid mental image of a really, really old stripper trying to seduce a poor, defenseless rake. May go wash brain out with Clorox.)
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I want to go buy two kittens and name them Kibbles and Bits. Then I want to buy a really hungry Doberman. Is that wrong? (Kidding, Mom! Please don't kill me.)
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Open letter to the guy who drove past me in the grey sports car as I was walking to work last night:
You schmuck. Did you honestly think screaming compliments at me while you were doing 65 mph in the city was going to work? Dude, if I was impressed enough by your classy catcalls to chase after you and I actually managed to catch up, it'd be the single lamest origin story in the history of comic book superheroes.
Also, I know I'm 5'2", but "Yo, shorty!" is not an acceptable opening line unless it's followed by "It's your birthday!" and you tossing me a gift-wrapped set of winning Powerball numbers.
Plus, your hair stands up straight and you're bloody stupid, yet you're neither Angel nor David Boreanaz. One of these is good, one is bad. You figure it out.
Oh, and that spiky hair? When you stick it out the window of a grey sports car like that, you end up presenting a total appearance of a giant diseased penis with a hairy mole on the side. Just thought you'd like to know.
P.S. Playing Eminem at those levels has been known to cause sterility in lab monkeys. And it totally turns off women with brain cells, but I'm getting the picture that was your goal.
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Hello from NOVA!
Date: 2003-07-08 07:21 am (UTC)Oh, and "Yo, Shorty!" is generally not appropriate at any time, regardless of winning Powerball numbers. Respect yourself: insist on Ms. Shorty from the dorks who live near you.
The whole Velvet Medlock thing is really funny. My best friend and I had "Roxanne" names for each other in high school. Hers was Bubbles Galore and no, I'm not going to tell you mine.
Clay Aiken??? CLAY AIKEN???? TP, go back to bed. Sleep for 24 hours in a row. Then repeatedly watch FOTR. You are not allowed to listen to the radio again until you stop talking about Orly, Viggo and CLAY AIKEN in the same post!!!!!
I mean, yeah, he's talented and all, but still.....
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Date: 2003-07-08 09:58 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-07-08 10:02 am (UTC)*user sticks her tongue out at everyone, and reassures them all that I'm still listening to my Coldplay and Evanescence minidisc repeatedly and not to worry so much*
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Date: 2003-07-08 12:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-08 04:51 pm (UTC)oh, and before I forget . . .
RESUME RESUME RESUME!!!
Hi AW!!! *waves to that state I don't talk about*
Date: 2003-07-08 10:42 am (UTC)Thanks for the backing on the whole music thing, AW. I don't know what's gotten into our Gidget.
TP, I had more respect for you than that. I'm so disappointed. *pout*
*user sticks her tongue out at everybody*
Date: 2003-07-08 10:48 am (UTC)And what's wrong with wanting Clay to succeed even if I hate pop music with an unholy passion? I think he's adorable and a sweetie. Sheesh ... where's
*user scowls cutely and goes off in the corner to sulk*
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Date: 2003-07-08 01:22 pm (UTC)I'm sure pretty_fish is a terrifically, fantastically, wonderful person. Probably even very smart. But, Gidge, I've been to her LJ site. The wallpaper alone is brainwash material. No WONDER you've gone astray. And the Wheel of CHEESE????? That certainly is symptomatic. Don't worry, I'll put the QNOTKU right on it. Help is on the way.
Re: Hi AW!!! *waves to that state I don't talk about*
Date: 2003-07-08 12:45 pm (UTC)Re: Hi AW!!! *waves to that state I don't talk about*
Date: 2003-07-08 01:18 pm (UTC)TP is definitely in need of some deprogramming. Although, honestly, I think she's just loopy from too little sleep and too much LJ exposure. Also, there's the whole business of Pirates-of-the-Caribbean-opens-TOMORROW-and-Orli-looks-really-HOT-and....
Whoa. I think I need to sit down for a minute. Wait a minute, I AM sitting down. Pardon me while I walk slowly to the kitchen for a glass of room temperature water. No, really, wait just a minute and I'll be back...and try not to slip on the drool. :oP
Re: Hi AW!!! *waves to that state I don't talk about*
Date: 2003-07-08 02:29 pm (UTC)And the mystery misfit is...
Re: Hi AW!!! *waves to that state I don't talk about*
Date: 2003-07-08 05:59 pm (UTC)I'm thinking it's the Spider.
Re: Hi AW!!! *waves to that state I don't talk about*
Date: 2003-07-08 07:15 pm (UTC)Re: Hi AW!!! *waves to that state I don't talk about*
Date: 2003-07-09 05:34 am (UTC)Re: Hi AW!!! *waves to that state I don't talk about*
Date: 2003-07-09 06:30 am (UTC)Re: Hi AW!!! *waves to that state I don't talk about*
Date: 2003-07-09 06:35 am (UTC)Re: Hi AW!!! *waves to that state I don't talk about*
Date: 2003-07-09 07:08 am (UTC)Holy crap, I either need caffeine or sedation, I can't tell which.
Re: Hi AW!!! *waves to that state I don't talk about*
Date: 2003-07-10 05:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-08 04:50 pm (UTC)>>
*whispers to TP*
shhhhh, don't warn him, in his case I think sterility might be a good thing.
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Date: 2003-07-08 05:58 pm (UTC)>>
*whispers to TP*
shhhhh, don't warn him, in his case I think sterility might be a good thing.
Hey! Now wait a minute.....leave my bleached blond punk's 'nads outta this!
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Date: 2003-07-08 07:16 pm (UTC)