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You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Previously in this journal, this post was written and then misplaced...
Y'know, there's something about the Whirling Dervishes' cover of the Grinch song. It bumps, it grinds, it begs you to wriggle your eyebrows suggestively and smirk.
And, yes, I do all of that. It's a great song for feeling like you're evil and all.
Hrm. Must look for lyrics.
Second note: Must find more Whirling Dervishes cds.. I really like them, for some reason.
What's not to like about a band that does a song called "Sinning and Skating" ?
Watched most of John Carpenter's Vampires... It's an okay movie... Maybe not as good as I'd've liked. But, hey. Blood. Sex. Violence.
's all good.
Saw the end of Scream3 again. And it's REALLY a pathetic movie. *I* could write a better parody. Ugh.
I'm rambling randomly now. Lovely.
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We now return you to your normally scheduled journal entry.
Was being wierd the other night and called Mitai a duck...
So I wrote this poem, to be silly. But it didn't stay that way. Eh. Anyway...
Mitai the Duck
A Mitai is a strange sort of bird
Somewhat sheepish and fluffy
Yet full of wings, wisdom and verve
Starting life as a woolly-hasheep
never gave her pause
Like a cat, she landed on all four
feet no matter what she was doing
Whether being silly, absurd, or cheerful
She never lost herself
Through thick and thin she's there
sometimes insanely cheerful,
other times incredibly outrageously
angry
She's all fire and brimstone if you
harm a friend
Doing something stupid might get you
ridicule
She's there when you need fudgey brownies
and there to kick you in the ass when
you're being pedantically absorbed
There are times she seems almost
divine. But she's not.
She's only human, and has her own faults
and times of trouble and sadness.
Everyone who needs it can find shelter
under her wings of wool.
--
In other news, my boss narrowly avoided death tonight. He made me change the channel in the middle of the end of Profiler. Like, as Rachel was walking into the bathroom and that fuckhead Marks was there. *GROWL*
Caught the end of the end, though. Danny is dead. What a shock.
Must close, 'cause I need to do other things...
byby.
Y'know, there's something about the Whirling Dervishes' cover of the Grinch song. It bumps, it grinds, it begs you to wriggle your eyebrows suggestively and smirk.
And, yes, I do all of that. It's a great song for feeling like you're evil and all.
Hrm. Must look for lyrics.
Second note: Must find more Whirling Dervishes cds.. I really like them, for some reason.
What's not to like about a band that does a song called "Sinning and Skating" ?
Watched most of John Carpenter's Vampires... It's an okay movie... Maybe not as good as I'd've liked. But, hey. Blood. Sex. Violence.
's all good.
Saw the end of Scream3 again. And it's REALLY a pathetic movie. *I* could write a better parody. Ugh.
I'm rambling randomly now. Lovely.
---
We now return you to your normally scheduled journal entry.
Was being wierd the other night and called Mitai a duck...
So I wrote this poem, to be silly. But it didn't stay that way. Eh. Anyway...
Mitai the Duck
A Mitai is a strange sort of bird
Somewhat sheepish and fluffy
Yet full of wings, wisdom and verve
Starting life as a woolly-hasheep
never gave her pause
Like a cat, she landed on all four
feet no matter what she was doing
Whether being silly, absurd, or cheerful
She never lost herself
Through thick and thin she's there
sometimes insanely cheerful,
other times incredibly outrageously
angry
She's all fire and brimstone if you
harm a friend
Doing something stupid might get you
ridicule
She's there when you need fudgey brownies
and there to kick you in the ass when
you're being pedantically absorbed
There are times she seems almost
divine. But she's not.
She's only human, and has her own faults
and times of trouble and sadness.
Everyone who needs it can find shelter
under her wings of wool.
--
In other news, my boss narrowly avoided death tonight. He made me change the channel in the middle of the end of Profiler. Like, as Rachel was walking into the bathroom and that fuckhead Marks was there. *GROWL*
Caught the end of the end, though. Danny is dead. What a shock.
Must close, 'cause I need to do other things...
byby.