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Sunday, December 5th, 2004 09:12 pm
dear god, it sucks to be happy
I have no idea what it says about me as a human being that right now, I am *stopped* because--no joke--this part is not eternal-pain-angst-death-misery-insanity. It's--for lack of a better word--happy.
Happy is, apparently, so not my forte.
It's *happy*. There are birds singing. On-key. Lex may soon see lions laying down with lambs in the backyard, which would actually be the most belieable part of this entire thing. Clark offered sex, and I have suspicions that this Clark gives *spectacular* head. It's like Pornotopia, with no, you know, Armageddon on the horizon. No Pormageddon. That's a weird made-up word. But it sounds good. Poooooor--mageddon. Mmm.
And what am *I* doing? I'm staring at it, putting in and erasing a sentence at a time, with no idea what to do with them. It's--it's *frustrating*. Who the hell said the good times don't last? They so last. They last and last and never *move* and I am so tempted to drop an assassin in, just to give him something to do while he, you know, ponders the *lack* of angst. I could totally add an assassin. I could add a *dozen* assassins. I would dress them up like bumblebees. Because it amuses me to see Lex running desperately across a perfectly manicured lawn while being chased by happy little bumblebees.
*hates keyboard*
Also, I have boots. I have boots.
*bounces*
Happy is, apparently, so not my forte.
It's *happy*. There are birds singing. On-key. Lex may soon see lions laying down with lambs in the backyard, which would actually be the most belieable part of this entire thing. Clark offered sex, and I have suspicions that this Clark gives *spectacular* head. It's like Pornotopia, with no, you know, Armageddon on the horizon. No Pormageddon. That's a weird made-up word. But it sounds good. Poooooor--mageddon. Mmm.
And what am *I* doing? I'm staring at it, putting in and erasing a sentence at a time, with no idea what to do with them. It's--it's *frustrating*. Who the hell said the good times don't last? They so last. They last and last and never *move* and I am so tempted to drop an assassin in, just to give him something to do while he, you know, ponders the *lack* of angst. I could totally add an assassin. I could add a *dozen* assassins. I would dress them up like bumblebees. Because it amuses me to see Lex running desperately across a perfectly manicured lawn while being chased by happy little bumblebees.
*hates keyboard*
Also, I have boots. I have boots.
*bounces*
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very, very good.
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From:Of course you could, you know, send it to me. Strictly for my objective opinion. Ahem.
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From:No pseudo-religious cultism, no death and destruction, no Lex-running-from-Belle-Reve-and-killing-orderlies, no sociopathic Clark on a sex rampage, no Evil Lionel trying to take over the world, not even one *tiny* villian with delusions of gradeur torturing Lex for secrets, *nothing*.
Birds. Singing. It's so very disturbing.
Of course you could, you know, send it to me. Strictly for my objective opinion. Ahem.
*looks at you* Hmm. I'll send you the word file. Read at your leisure. It's had almost no editing, but yo've made it through--part of it, I think.
*facepalms* What kind of person am I where Lex being happy is a source of *misery*?
*sniffles forlornly*
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From:Because bumblebees are aerodynamically unsound -- their bodies are too big to fly and their wings are too tiny -- but they fly anyway? I'm suddenly wondering if the costumes are to inspire the assassins to do something impossible... like destroy a seriously happy vibe.
Because it amuses me to see Lex running desperately across a perfectly manicured lawn while being chased by happy little bumblebees.
*snickers* Oh, I'd so pay money to see that. I really, really would.
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From:You, my darling, are the worst. Influence. Ever.
*mulls*
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From:You, my darling, are the worst. Influence. Ever.
Why, thank you. *bows*
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From:My roommate has to get up at five to drive three hours to Assinaboia (my god, I just realised I have no idea how to spell Assinaboia - this is not it) and I just woke her up.
Apparently I, too, find bumblebee hounded Lex amusing (she banged on the wall *shame*).
Sorry about the non-Lex-misery.
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From:Comedy Platinum! Lex! Bees! Happy Place!
Sorry about the non-Lex-misery.
*sighs sadly* I suppose I could always drive him crazy again.
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From::slaps self:
Wow. I must admit, I can't feel your pain. Wait - I have an idea. You could let the LJ-er of your choice sweep in and seduce Lex, leaving poor Clark high and - well, high. See? Angst.
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From:'Cause, you know, I broke in my new boots.
The boys, otoh, are bound to angst sooner or later... And I'm sure the result will make me just as happy as new boots. *g*
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Figured out what was different yet?
I'll look forward to hearing more about it tonight!
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From:Have we been watching Venture Brothers? 'Cause, if not, you should.
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From:Were those boots made for walkin'?
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From:My day, it is made. Best. Line. Ever! Makes me almost want to
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