It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

Alison was supposed to go to bed but she just came out here to get a drink and there is no way that we could possibly ever explain the conversation that just occurred between us, but it was epic hilarity though it was the kind where you had to be there and now my stomach hurts from laughing. It was pure ridiculousness and we both laughed so hard, and I feel like I might vomit.

And then I thought, "you know what? I think I feel like this at least once a day." I think living in a house where you laugh so hard you think you might vomit at least once a day is pretty damn awesome, no matter what else is going on in my messed up little world.

Long live the LFoD and all it's denizens, past and present!

EDIT: For more examples of why the LFoD is the greatest place on Earth, I present Alison's Overheard in the LFoD tag in her journal which is chock full of hilarity and quotes.

My head hurts from laughing.

I didn't wake up on time this morning! I still managed to get to work 5 minutes before nine, thanks to the lovely Lewi. But usually I am an hour early, so this was most distressing. I have to say though...it feels like I've been here for about ten minutes, and it's already almost 2, which leaves only 3 hours left.

Weird.

Maybe I should sleep in every day?! (Watch Lewi negate this 'plan' with utter vehemency.)

:D

Also, I love Ovaltine. Stupid, addictive malt.

I was born in Seattle. I know how to eat seafood. I have gone crabbing, steamed the crabs, shelled them, and then eaten them. I have done all of it myself. And tonight while trying to eat a crab, I SHOT PIECES OF IT INTO MY EYE LIKE A FREAK!

I am so unco ;)

But I'm listening to Fountains of Wayne and they're bouncy :D And really, it was hilarious. It hurt SOOOOOO very much, but I couldn't.stop.laughing.

Who does that. You know...besides me.