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

I can remember the 5th of November but apparently not how to put my pants on. Hmmm.

Happy Guy Fawkes, Christchurch. You deserve it.

:X

I...have had some wine. And I don't usually drink. And when I do, it's something very low in alcohol content like moscato. But there was earthquake-damaged Riesling at the supermarket so I got it AND moscato. And Cab Sav for Alison. And then I drank a whole bunch. (Typing this is interesting because I refuse to leave it all typoed.)

Alison has been QUOTING ME at her journal phfa and it is not fair, but she showed me a gif of this bird doing a moonwalk and apparently I said the following:

Lara: He moves like Michael Jackson! I bet Michael Jackson thinks he's that smooth.

Alison being a downer: He's dead.

Lara: NO HE STILL THINKS IT!

Alison: Oh nooo. MJ is like Elvis in this house isn't he?

Lara: I am Elvis in this house. I am Elvis. Because I like him and I know his songs. He sings a song about being in a jail. He also sings a song about being a hound dog. Which I think is a metaphor. For being an arsehole. Alison, Alison, Alison, stop it. Alison. Alison.* Stop writing. He has a song also, about his shoes. Because they were made out of this special blue suede. This song about this hotel, for lonely people. And he also has a song and Perry White dances at his desk and his parents were like, he isn't perry white, but he was! He smelled the space racks** and then he was dancing. Alison you are so many hiccups right now. You are made of them!

* About 20 'Alisons' have been cut from th2is sequence. Like Bernard. Bernard.

** Apparently this is "space rats"

Yep. That's pretty much about right. And the song Perry danced to was hunka-hunka burnin' love.

Alison just gave me MORE wine. Why is she crazy so crazy in the face place?

I am full of pasta and candy canes and wine. And an apricot. And then I took a look at applications for characters and it totally made me want to bash my head against the desk and thus? Not happening. I think I am going to go to bed at 10 pm.

Last night I tried and failed. And when I finally went to sleep at 5 AM a SPIDER FELL ON ME right as I was turning the light out and Leah had to save me. Needless to say the adrenaline didn't help and then every thing I felt was a spider and *cries* Sleep cycles suck. As do spiders. Bad surprise, bad surprise!

But apparently in my long skirt, tank top, and two braids I look like a folk singer. Especially when I play my blue guitar. So yay?

And today we were shopping, we amused the crap out of this guy and his wife because the LFoD is full of hilarious people. It was pretty awesome.

The amount of wine I have in me right now, you could bottle it. But that would be weird to re-sell wine. Stingy people.

I said nothing about Saint Patrick!

...aw man! ;)