Brrraaiiinnss....
Nov. 1st, 2004 09:32 amIf Romero's zombie apocalypse occurs and I become one of the walking dead, I'll surely end up at the Church, shuffling aimlessly to the same songs over and over again.
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me, hey now hey now now. Sing!
*shuffle shuffle*
Guns, guns, guns, guns, fire, fire, fire, WOO!
*shuffle shuffle*
Show me show me show me how you do that trick, the one that makes me scream she said
*shuffle shuffle sway*
We went to the Church last night. I was supposed to be a Snow Queen fairy sort of thing, but probably looked like a refugee from the Like A Virgin video. I may get a picture posted later today. Costumes were much better this year than two years ago, but the place was way too crowded. I nearly went White Bear Lake (my favourite new euphamism) on several people who couldn't be bothered to get the hell out of the too-narrow halls. Several people failed to calculate the "Menace to myself and others" factor of their costumes. Like the guy on stilts, or the black widow complete with giant spider web strapped to her back, or every drunk Slut Fairy whose wings nearly put my eye out on the dance floor. We didn't stay very late.
Now it is All Saints', and I should probably think about NaNo. Last night I realised that I'm insane, and should be doing NaNoREWriMo on Dreams. But oh well. I will press on with the SA book and revise at the same time. And work on Salem's story, which went crazy on me yesterday. Time to make the doughnuts.
Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me, hey now hey now now. Sing!
*shuffle shuffle*
Guns, guns, guns, guns, fire, fire, fire, WOO!
*shuffle shuffle*
Show me show me show me how you do that trick, the one that makes me scream she said
*shuffle shuffle sway*
We went to the Church last night. I was supposed to be a Snow Queen fairy sort of thing, but probably looked like a refugee from the Like A Virgin video. I may get a picture posted later today. Costumes were much better this year than two years ago, but the place was way too crowded. I nearly went White Bear Lake (my favourite new euphamism) on several people who couldn't be bothered to get the hell out of the too-narrow halls. Several people failed to calculate the "Menace to myself and others" factor of their costumes. Like the guy on stilts, or the black widow complete with giant spider web strapped to her back, or every drunk Slut Fairy whose wings nearly put my eye out on the dance floor. We didn't stay very late.
Now it is All Saints', and I should probably think about NaNo. Last night I realised that I'm insane, and should be doing NaNoREWriMo on Dreams. But oh well. I will press on with the SA book and revise at the same time. And work on Salem's story, which went crazy on me yesterday. Time to make the doughnuts.