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That's what I am according to Pip. Today is our cleaning day and like most people on cleaning day we play music very fucking loudly to listen to as we clean up the house. Since we don't have a massive cd changer we usually just hook up one of my iPods and put it on shuffle. That's what we did today and once again my 60 gig iPod got me accused of making people like bad music.
This time instead of Michi and her colleagues unknowingly grooving on Ashlee Simpson it was Pip dancing around the living room with a feather duster to one of the 2004 Eurovision contest songs. I think I've already talked about Eurovision in here. I remember some random person replying to my post about that saying I was lucky to not experience it live and in person. Which I thought was weird to say since my whole post was about how I love bad dance music and I find the bad dance music from other countries especially enjoyable. In which case why wouldn't I enjoy hearing it live?
People are retarded sometimes.
But once Pip found out what she was feather duster dancing to she accused me of being a lame ass music enabler. She claims that I find like... the lamest most stupid things in the fucking universe but I make them somehow likable and cool because of how much I fucking nerdy love them and go on and on praising them based on their lameness. Does that make sense? I dunno. She went on this rant cursing me and my lame ass music taste for like ten minutes until Stacey finally wandered in the living room asking Pip about her missing lacy red bra which I have a feeling Vlad stole.
What, dude? My dog fucking steals underwear. You let him downstairs where the washer and dryer is and you have your clothes in a basket on the floor and it has undergarments in there he's all up in that shit and running off with it. He's ruined like three pairs of my boy cut panties. Which irks me since those are the only panties I like to wear and unlike socks I don't have limitless amount of panties. Just enough so I don't have to wear the same pair if I don't have time to do the laundry like every day.
Ewww. Do you actually think there are people who like wear the same pair of panties every day for a week? That seems just really fucking gross. I was talking with Pip about this phenomena Sulky mentioned where it feels dirty to put your panties back on after you just had sex. Pip said that's stupid because the panties aren't dirty if they're taken off for the sex. They're only dirty if you left them on and came inside of them. If you had your orgasm with them off then the panties aren't dirty, you are. Of course that only applies if you're one of those freaky religious people who thinks experiencing moments of sexual pleasure is a dirty bad evil whorish thing. I'm not but somehow I do think that if you came inside your underwear it would be somewhat gross to look at. Hmm.
I dunno, both sides of the argument make sense to me. Anyway. I've already started on the fanlib contest for The L Word. I actually got the first part of the scene, which is Bette and Tina in the hospital talking done but it's way too fucking long. It's a 6,000 character limit and I'm almost at that with that one part of the scene and I also have to write in a Danish scene and then Tibette returning home from the hospital. So I need to do some editing on that. I'm not worried because I have what I want to happen in the scene totally plotted in my head. It's just a matter of editing it down to fix the maximum character size limit, you know? I thought writing in screenplay format would bug me also but it's not that bad. Mostly because you can describe the character expressions or emotions in side notes so that makes it a little easier. I still prefer traditional story format though.
In regards to my Roller Derby name I've decided that She-What: Princess of Profanity should be my splendiferous title. I like changing She-Ra into She-What because it's like something you'd say. You know, like this...
"She what?!"
See? Fucking amusing, right? Well. I find it amusing. If you don't then fuck you very much. lol. Ouch, so hostile. But that's my name I figure. I'm working on ATWH Part 3 and it's still going slowly but at least I'm working on it. But right now I have to get back to cleaning the house. I've been summoned as our break is apparently over. Lets see if I can get Pip to like more lame ass music. lol. If you want to hear the song that caused her to accuse me of this, here's a link:
Wild Dances by Ruslana (From Eurovision 2004 Contest):
http://s49.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1T5O1338VUVF61HZLWRRMOR4OZ
ETA: I bought Vlad the coolest dog toy ever today. He absolutely loves it and everyone is having a ball playing with it too. It's called a Jungle Launcher and it's this frog toy that makes little ribbet sounds and the arms are made out of elastic so you can pull them back and launch the frog really fucking far like a slingshot.
http://www.pet-dog-cat-supply-store.com/shop/index.php?page=shop-flypage-12398-f124885cc3f87b342e6dc2c5b9f688d6
It's so kick ass. lol.
This time instead of Michi and her colleagues unknowingly grooving on Ashlee Simpson it was Pip dancing around the living room with a feather duster to one of the 2004 Eurovision contest songs. I think I've already talked about Eurovision in here. I remember some random person replying to my post about that saying I was lucky to not experience it live and in person. Which I thought was weird to say since my whole post was about how I love bad dance music and I find the bad dance music from other countries especially enjoyable. In which case why wouldn't I enjoy hearing it live?
People are retarded sometimes.
But once Pip found out what she was feather duster dancing to she accused me of being a lame ass music enabler. She claims that I find like... the lamest most stupid things in the fucking universe but I make them somehow likable and cool because of how much I fucking nerdy love them and go on and on praising them based on their lameness. Does that make sense? I dunno. She went on this rant cursing me and my lame ass music taste for like ten minutes until Stacey finally wandered in the living room asking Pip about her missing lacy red bra which I have a feeling Vlad stole.
What, dude? My dog fucking steals underwear. You let him downstairs where the washer and dryer is and you have your clothes in a basket on the floor and it has undergarments in there he's all up in that shit and running off with it. He's ruined like three pairs of my boy cut panties. Which irks me since those are the only panties I like to wear and unlike socks I don't have limitless amount of panties. Just enough so I don't have to wear the same pair if I don't have time to do the laundry like every day.
Ewww. Do you actually think there are people who like wear the same pair of panties every day for a week? That seems just really fucking gross. I was talking with Pip about this phenomena Sulky mentioned where it feels dirty to put your panties back on after you just had sex. Pip said that's stupid because the panties aren't dirty if they're taken off for the sex. They're only dirty if you left them on and came inside of them. If you had your orgasm with them off then the panties aren't dirty, you are. Of course that only applies if you're one of those freaky religious people who thinks experiencing moments of sexual pleasure is a dirty bad evil whorish thing. I'm not but somehow I do think that if you came inside your underwear it would be somewhat gross to look at. Hmm.
I dunno, both sides of the argument make sense to me. Anyway. I've already started on the fanlib contest for The L Word. I actually got the first part of the scene, which is Bette and Tina in the hospital talking done but it's way too fucking long. It's a 6,000 character limit and I'm almost at that with that one part of the scene and I also have to write in a Danish scene and then Tibette returning home from the hospital. So I need to do some editing on that. I'm not worried because I have what I want to happen in the scene totally plotted in my head. It's just a matter of editing it down to fix the maximum character size limit, you know? I thought writing in screenplay format would bug me also but it's not that bad. Mostly because you can describe the character expressions or emotions in side notes so that makes it a little easier. I still prefer traditional story format though.
In regards to my Roller Derby name I've decided that She-What: Princess of Profanity should be my splendiferous title. I like changing She-Ra into She-What because it's like something you'd say. You know, like this...
"She what?!"
See? Fucking amusing, right? Well. I find it amusing. If you don't then fuck you very much. lol. Ouch, so hostile. But that's my name I figure. I'm working on ATWH Part 3 and it's still going slowly but at least I'm working on it. But right now I have to get back to cleaning the house. I've been summoned as our break is apparently over. Lets see if I can get Pip to like more lame ass music. lol. If you want to hear the song that caused her to accuse me of this, here's a link:
Wild Dances by Ruslana (From Eurovision 2004 Contest):
http://s49.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1T5O1338VUVF61HZLWRRMOR4OZ
ETA: I bought Vlad the coolest dog toy ever today. He absolutely loves it and everyone is having a ball playing with it too. It's called a Jungle Launcher and it's this frog toy that makes little ribbet sounds and the arms are made out of elastic so you can pull them back and launch the frog really fucking far like a slingshot.
http://www.pet-dog-cat-supply-store.com/shop/index.php?page=shop-flypage-12398-f124885cc3f87b342e6dc2c5b9f688d6
It's so kick ass. lol.
