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Tuesday, October 1st, 2002
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12:15 am - *watches the two towers trailer for the one hundred and eleventh time*
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Oh lawdy, pick o' bale o' cotton
Oh lawdy, pick o' bale o' day.
Gonna picka picka picka picka picka bale o' cotton
Gonna picka picka picka picka picka bale o' day.
Oh lawdy, pick o' bale o' cotton
Oh lawdy, pick o' bale o' day.
*powders spousie's face*
:)
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(1 aman | auta i lome)
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| Saturday, September 7th, 2002
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10:59 pm
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MY THIRD WEEK OF BEING MALE.
It's not really quite the being female and being male aspect that's so disturbing, but it's the transition. My god, the transition is fucking weird. It's like, when you're female, all of your plumbing is inside your body, right? And when you're a male, all of your plumbing is outside your body. And part of the transition is the inside moving... out.
Jesus christ Fucking eru, man. It gives you the willies just thinking about it.
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(2 aman | auta i lome)
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| Friday, September 6th, 2002
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9:04 pm
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Yes.
It's just as white and swanny as I remembered; last time everything was red, but that could have just been the blood that was dripping down my face from all the Teleri elves I had eviscerated.
La.
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(15 aman | auta i lome)
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| Wednesday, September 4th, 2002
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7:23 pm - ahahahaha
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I have this poster on my wall. Ahahaha. But this post has a point! I dedicate this post to Carawise's beautiful entry about Mister Noam, and I have even written a song for the event.
Ahem.
*strums guitar*
noam chomsky for president
he taught us how to manufacture consent
his genius is unparalleled
he shows us how america's goin' to hell
he taught us universal grammar
though his books haven't kept me out of the slammer
oh noam! what a guy!
oh noam! don't ever die!
So, it needs some work. And probably Mr. Chomsky will shoot me with the power of his mind within a 100 mile radius. BUT THE SONG WAS WRITTEN OUT OF LOVE, I TELL YOU! OUT OF FUCKIN' LOVE!!!!!!
This is Professor Noam. He is a great man.
......."...People would like to think that there's somebody up there who knows what he's doing. Since we don't participate, we don't control and we don't even think about questions of vital importance. We hope somebody is paying attention who has some competence. Let's hope the ship has a captain, in other words, since we're not taking part in what's going on...
.......It is an important feature of the ideological system to impose on people the feeling that they really are incompetent to deal with these complex and important issues: they'd better leave it to the captain. One device is to develop a star system, an array of figures who are media creations or creations of the academic propaganda establishment, whose deep insights we are supposed to admire and to whom we must happily and confidently assign the right to control our lives and to control international affairs...."
current mood: oh noam! what a guy!
current music: oh noam! don't ever die!
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(21 aman | auta i lome)
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1:32 am
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There is a war going on.
Alright.
One side is apparently swan-buggerers descended from Mithrellas and Imrazor.
Alright.
My spouse resembles a Metallica roadie.
Alright.
HEY EVERYONE!!! This is pretty neat!!!
It repeats itself over.
And over.
And over again.
Sort of like ch-ch-ch-changes, you know? Hey! Changes! That's another song that sort of forces itself to repeat over and over and over again in your brain.
But right now I am forced to destroy that screen right there. Glass and wires is all it is. I CAN DESTROY YOU! I CAN!
Unless I get distracted. Which I am now. Hey, it's pretty damn impressive how she can move her hips on tv. Wow. Oh yeah. To commemorate my husband's old body, I gave myself a dye job.
Hey, Kylie Minogue is on tv.
current mood: my low attention span again
current music: i swear to god
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(42 aman | auta i lome)
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| Saturday, August 31st, 2002
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12:16 am
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| Monday, August 26th, 2002
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1:56 pm - it went like this:
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Fingolfin:
*tucks his own hair into his hat*
Did you say charge? I heard charge.
CHARGEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Fëanor:
CHAAAAAARGEEEE!!
*stabs everything in sight* *grabs a Galadriel and starts shaving her head*
And then...........
....
AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
current mood: AAHAHAHAHA
current music: AHAHAHAHAHAHAH
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(35 aman | auta i lome)
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| Sunday, August 25th, 2002
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11:19 pm - I have about 40 minutes left in this body. Woo.
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| Saturday, August 24th, 2002
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8:55 pm
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| Friday, August 23rd, 2002
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11:49 am
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LiveJournal
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![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) feanaro
User Number: 486309
Date Created:2002-03-04
Number of Posts: 89
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| Fëanor was once male and was responsible for a whole lotta shit that happened in the First Age. But uh, it is not so now. She is female with orangey hair and splits between two worlds - sockpuppet and Plastic.
Uh. Seems to have no sense of self-dignity, much to the mun's disgust. >_< |
| Strengths: Friendly, skilled in crafts, mad scientiest abilities, tall, beautiful, seven loyal sons, Milla Jovovich. |
| Weaknesses: Schizophrenia?, was unfaithful to husband :(, seven loyal sons are crazy, no more paid account |
| Special Skills: crafts, smithing, cybernetics, plasticnetics, looks very good naked |
| Weapons: seven loyal sons, Fifth Element kicking action! |
| Boobies: Small. But pert. |
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Make your own LiveJournal Trading Card!
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(26 aman | auta i lome)
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| Thursday, August 22nd, 2002
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10:30 pm - FOR YOU! ELROHIR! MY BELOVED! FOR I AM SO FUCKING SORRY!
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Dear Elrohir, whose eyes are pools of brown reflecting the might of Arda, whose arms are not spagetti-like but sinewy, lithe, and sexy, whose PENIS commands us all...
I truly am sorry.
I did not mean to cheat on you and stuff!!!! I have... like, sooooo much guilt in me, that fire in me, it EATS ME ALIVE, commanding me to be most extraordinarily filled with lust. And love. For YOU.
O ELROHIR!
Here I am, strumming a guitar for you, though I cannot play the guitar, I look pretty damn awesome with the guitar and that is all that matters, here I stand, humble, grovelling before you wearing only electrical tape upon my breasts.
Can you not see the tears shining in my eyes???!!!! Can you not see how much I have missed your company?????!!!!??!?!!!... my beloved, my darling, my distant relative of whom I had taken the hand of marriage in such glee.
TAKE ME!!!! TAKE ME BACK, MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!! For if you did not, my body would fall wasted, celibate into Arda where it would no longer be touched by any man or woman..........because I only desire you!! I am sorry, my love, my Elrohir, mein leiberschlein, for I had committed adultery in the past, but it shall happen no fucking longer!
See, Elrohir! Can you not sense the earnestness in my voice and my milky pallour?! Can you not see how much IWANTYOUILOVEYOUINEEEEDYOU back?!!!! Here!! I will even sing you a song that you had written!!!
*strums guitar*
*sings*
Have you seen the little piggies
Crawling in the dirt
And for all those little piggies
Life is getting worse
Always having dirt to play around in.
Have you seen the bigger piggies
In their starched white shirts
You will find the bigger piggies
Stirring up the dirt
Always have clean shirts to play around in....
Um, maybe that wasn't the best song to show you my overwhelming and pulsating desire for you but uh... I will try again!!!
*strums*
You don't realise how much I need you
Love you all the time and never leave you
Please come on back to me
I'm lonely as can be
I need you
Said you had a thing or two to tell me
How was I to know you would upset me
I didn't realise
As I looked in your eyes
You told me
Oh yes, you told me
You don't want my lovin' any more
That's when it hurt me
And feeling like this
I just can't go on any more
Please remember how I feel about you
I could never really live without you
So come on back and see
Just what you mean to me
I need you
But when you told me
You don't want my lovin' any more
That's when it hurt me
And feeling like this
I just can't go on any more
Please remember how I feel about you
I could never really live without you
So come on back and see
Just what you mean to me
I need you
I need you
I need you
I LOVE YOU, MY DARLING!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAASE FORGIVE MEEEEEE!!!!!!!
*weeps*
*strips naked*
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(6 aman | auta i lome)
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| Wednesday, August 21st, 2002
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4:01 pm - AAAAAAAHAAAHAHAAA
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I love you, father, even though you decided to corrupt my mother's memory by marrying this hag.
YOU! GRRRRR ROAR MY FATHER LOVES ME MORE THAN YOU!!
That goes for the same to you too!!
*stares at Fingolfin with a shiny sword in hand*
Blood.... Fratricide... yesssssssssssssss...
And hey you fuckers! This dude here has a point. Like, we elves think it pretty damn fucking sucks that you're all giving Middle Earth to the humans who are like, obviously much inferior than the elves. That does it! To hell with you all! ELVES! To Middle Earth! ONWARDS!
And as for you. ;) How about we hittin' the sack again and you poppin' me out some more youngun's, eh? Because, like, I really like you pregnant and shit because I indulge in all of the merits of your pregnancy, like mostly your large and round breasts because otherwise you'll be a fuckin' twig, man. And mind you, I said all of that shit out of love, Nerdie darling. ;)
So let's put the kids in daycare and give the silmarils to my father for safekeeping and then spend some time naked. ;) ;) ;)
You know you love it. I'm hot shit.
current mood: horny/I INVENTED THE TENGWAR
current music: I RULE
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(48 aman | auta i lome)
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| Tuesday, August 20th, 2002
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10:29 pm
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| Monday, August 19th, 2002
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9:33 pm
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I have thought of something.
We need someone... we need someone who looks a lot like this fella here who isn't, like Frodo. Because I can imagine Davy Jones or Michael J. Fox as Frodo too, just the same as Elijah, can't anyone else?
....
*crickets chirp*
Right. VILYA! That upgrade thingy that I promised you. What do you think?
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(6 aman | auta i lome)
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| Friday, August 16th, 2002
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11:24 am - confound all bloody articles of clothing! pantywaist crotch-grabbers and vomit-inducing dementia!
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*steals John's 'GOING FISHING' sign and puts it up*
*runs away to plastic town*
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(auta i lome)
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| Thursday, August 15th, 2002
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9:51 pm - Now let your mind do the walking And let my body do the talking LET ME SHOW YOU THE WORLD IN MY EYES
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My temporary mun decided not to do anything with me. So, like, yeah.
My husband seems to have gone to the Lonely Mountain. But he doesn't know that I've been following him the entire way, Gollumesque.
Hellloooooooo my precious. We hates to see you suffering so, gollum!
Fuck this, I'm not any good at it. Too pale, too feminine, too not-physically-deteriorated-leper-hobbit-like.
HI ELROHIR.
I have something to show you. It's my friends! The boombox and Depeche Mode's Violator. As well as rope, a chair, and a stripteaser's pole.
*ties Elrohir up into the chair*
You wear guilt
Like shackles on your feet
Like a halo in reverse
I can feel
The discomfort in your seat
And in your head it's worse
There's a pain
A famine in your heart
An aching to be free
Can't you see
All love's luxuries
Are here for you and me
*gyrates and swings creatively on the pole*
current mood: i hope i don't fall on my face
current music: DM - halo
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(3 aman | auta i lome)
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| Tuesday, August 13th, 2002
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12:30 pm
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My new hobbitses will not regret this, not at all.
Is that evil laughter you heard? You heard wrong.
They have been inserted into a nice black cake of wet fertilised soil after consuming one solitary watermelon seed. Soon they shall be injected with chlorophyll and start photosynthesizing!!!!!!!!!! It will change the face of science. Maybe.
And as for VILYA, I think perhaps a few more days and then I shall be complete with your upgrade. And then you will rule all.
As for Maglor, I would smack you. But that's really your mother's job because you're her favourite. I love you though!!! And I made you a phallic strawberry shortcake.
And my mun will be out of town until Thursday and I will thusly be left to a fine individual that I am sure will do me justice in and out of Plastic Town. ^_^ *pets* Good girl.
And last order of business: Elrohir. I am very, very naked. And cold. And naked. And wet. And did I mention naked?
Right.
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(4 aman | auta i lome)
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12:00 am - an open letter
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DEAR, MISTER ELROHIR:
I am very sorry.
But, I guess you want to spend time with your new son, or something.
So, like, I'm going to sit here and cry. Naked. And cry some more. Naked.
I looooove you.
current mood: remorseful
current music: i think i feel my brain flipping over again
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(4 aman | auta i lome)
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| Monday, August 12th, 2002
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9:17 am
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Volunteer needed:
-must be hobbit
-must be willing to become pregnant
-must be willing to spend a large amount of time with watermelons
You will be paid in gold coins and orange popsicles. If interested, contact me in Rivendell.
current mood: busy bees
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(5 aman | auta i lome)
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| Sunday, August 11th, 2002
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7:41 pm - whee
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So, like, some stuff happened between me and Faramir last night. About seventeen hours' worth of squelching noises kind of stuff. You know what I'm talking about.
Shampoo.
I've been getting these parcels in the mail lately with little bottles inside labeled 'CLOZAPINE'.
It makes me most uneasy. Elrohir has locked himself in the bathroom and has been in there for the past five hours. Fuhdammit, I say. It's not my fault that I forget things. And stuff. And am distracted by plastic things. And am collecting tupperware containers and using them to hold Jell-o with little LEGO pieces inside of them. And more stuff like that, like thinking that I fornicate with plastic Aragorns. You know, the norm.
Speaking of fornication, my flowers that perform coitus upon each other have been most rambunctious lately. Better add the new seedlings to the catalogue that sells plastic silmarils. And to those who might be interested, Magic 8-Palantiri has been added to the market.
*shakes the Magic 8-Palantiri*
Will my feet grow mildew if I swim in lemonade for too long?
Better not tell you now.
Hmmm, okay.
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