「初めての夢精のネタは実の兄でした」/アルフォンス

I had a nice chit-chateroo with siliziumleben about, uh, food :D I wrapped it up and MEANT to go to bed half an hour ago, but I had to come back to talk about something important.

OMG KIMBERLY WHAT A LOVELY HAIRCUT. IS THAT WHAT THEY CALL A MULLET. <---it isn't, I just think it'd be hysterical if it was.

Japanese personality tests and the like tell me that I am unhealthy and immature for letting hair, mostly, decide whether I think a guy is attractive. Yes, I am FEMININE and EMOTIONAL, and I'm supposed to like his EYES, because they are the windows to his shiny SOUL. Or I am a WHORE and I'm supposed to like his SEXY CHEST and HAIRY MAN-LEGS. Or I am ADORABLE and I'm supposed to like his OH-SO KISSABLE LIPS because I LOVE KISSING, I AM THE MOST ADORABLE PERSON EVER. Oh, god. I will admit that it's given me that...bad track record... ... ...but that just means my gaydar is in solid working order! :D So...TRA LA.

If you can read the title to this entry, you may also find this to be PRETTY DARN FUNNY. (They've got Roy with a hand puppet on that site, too. Yeah, you know you want it.)

I'm so screwed

I think I want a loom.

So very, very screwed.

So very, very screwed.

Very, very screwed.

Who's been to my aunt's house? *crickets chirping* Nobody? Lindsay? Olive, definitely...I think...nobody else?

My aunt has a whole ROOM set aside for HER weaving operation.

So very motherfucking screwed.