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I beat the game, anyway. :D It's ridiculous; I literally spent all day yesterday in front of the computer finishing it. I've been seeing Lumos-ready gargoyles and save-game books all over the place in real life. I was depressed when an old-fashioned looking chest in Target last night didn't shoot out every-flavor beans at me when I opened it.
Anyway, now I am sad because I have no game left to play and Keri's at work. Which means I have nothing to do but... study. Eugh. WTF. I don't study. I'm Zack Morris (except smart enough to get A's anyway :P).
There is something about the voiceover of this detergent commercial:
"Laundry is nothing new. You do it, your mother did it, your grandmother did it, even her mother did it. Throughout the years women have always done laundry - maybe even a man or two."
Does anyone else think that last bit makes it way dirty? *giggle* I love when major advertising firms can't even write a grammatically appropriate commercial.
Memorable quote from the weekend (me to Keri): "You're so hot when you're gay."
Also,
Me: "Sex is so gross when it's not us."
Keri: "Seriously."
Word.
She sat patiently last night and waited for me to defeat Voldemort, and then we went to Target and made fun of the ugly furniture/decor and drooled over the hot furniture/decor that we really really really really really want to buy now for our nonexistent apartment. (We're doing a black-and-white living room with black and silver picture frames with black-and-white photos (mostly our own) in them - AND A DUCK BATHROOM OMG YAY.) Then we stopped at Kroger and stole 2 or 3 cookies' worth of crumb pieces from the sample plate in the bakery (mmmmm) and came home and watched "Many Happy Returns" because, in Keri's words, I am officially turning her into a Xenite.
:D :D :D
Do I get some sort of equivalent of a toaster for that??
*refrains from raving about the sex, because undoubtedly everyone is tired of hearing about Danielle's sex life*
We stayed up late talking... about really good, important things. Like, should we try to stop being so horribly mean about other people - i.e. constantly making fun of everybody we run into, in really horrible ways - heteros, gays, whites, blacks, rednecks, fat people, people with bratty kids, rich people, poor people - everyone becomes our victim. We enjoy it so - I mean, it's just who we are - but occasionally we feel a slight twinge of guilt. (Results: inconclusive, but we are going to start doing yoga again regularly to reset our spirits, or something.) And what would we do if one of us died, because neither of us would be able to ever have any semblance of a life, let alone keep our job or anything, if something like that happened, and I always panic that I'm going to end up on the streets because of it. We talked about our IRA and getting life insurance and making up wills as soon as we get our own place... and it was just simple, regular stuff... but I feel so much better now. I guess we never talked about it much before because it's such a hard thing to think about. But it wasn't hard to talk about last night. It was nice. (Possibly because we were naked and tangled up together at the time. I suppose that kind of sugar-coats any conversation.)
Because it is worth taking a picture of, the evil rubber ducky on the bathroom window sill, on which we hang our rings* while we're in the shower.
*(I never know what to call them; they're more than engagement rings but "wedding rings" sounds so hetero and "commitment rings" sounds so gay. They're our we-are-going-to-be-together-till-the-end-of-time-dammit rings. :P)
We actually have two evil duckies; the other one's red. And yes, sometimes we take them in the bath and play with them. Because that is us.
Yesterday morning my dad and I spent an hour or so at this fabulous gay-ghetto (you know what I'm talkin' about) Midtown-esque coffee shop in the square. It was awesome. We talked about French films and dogs and how if you aren't exposed to a first language during your critical period (tm) you will never develop normal language skills. And how this is the longest my mom has been unwaveringly raging mad at him (going on 8 weeks).
I love my dad so.
Hmm. According to this commercial, I have an enlarged prostate. Blimey.
Seeing as I actually have a test tomorrow and Keri's coming back to pick me up in 5 hours... back to studying.
*pulls out hair*
ETA: Linguistics is gay. Or am I the only one who thinks "labiodental fricative" sounds dirty?
Anyway, now I am sad because I have no game left to play and Keri's at work. Which means I have nothing to do but... study. Eugh. WTF. I don't study. I'm Zack Morris (except smart enough to get A's anyway :P).
There is something about the voiceover of this detergent commercial:
"Laundry is nothing new. You do it, your mother did it, your grandmother did it, even her mother did it. Throughout the years women have always done laundry - maybe even a man or two."
Does anyone else think that last bit makes it way dirty? *giggle* I love when major advertising firms can't even write a grammatically appropriate commercial.
Memorable quote from the weekend (me to Keri): "You're so hot when you're gay."
Also,
Me: "Sex is so gross when it's not us."
Keri: "Seriously."
Word.
She sat patiently last night and waited for me to defeat Voldemort, and then we went to Target and made fun of the ugly furniture/decor and drooled over the hot furniture/decor that we really really really really really want to buy now for our nonexistent apartment. (We're doing a black-and-white living room with black and silver picture frames with black-and-white photos (mostly our own) in them - AND A DUCK BATHROOM OMG YAY.) Then we stopped at Kroger and stole 2 or 3 cookies' worth of crumb pieces from the sample plate in the bakery (mmmmm) and came home and watched "Many Happy Returns" because, in Keri's words, I am officially turning her into a Xenite.
:D :D :D
Do I get some sort of equivalent of a toaster for that??
*refrains from raving about the sex, because undoubtedly everyone is tired of hearing about Danielle's sex life*
We stayed up late talking... about really good, important things. Like, should we try to stop being so horribly mean about other people - i.e. constantly making fun of everybody we run into, in really horrible ways - heteros, gays, whites, blacks, rednecks, fat people, people with bratty kids, rich people, poor people - everyone becomes our victim. We enjoy it so - I mean, it's just who we are - but occasionally we feel a slight twinge of guilt. (Results: inconclusive, but we are going to start doing yoga again regularly to reset our spirits, or something.) And what would we do if one of us died, because neither of us would be able to ever have any semblance of a life, let alone keep our job or anything, if something like that happened, and I always panic that I'm going to end up on the streets because of it. We talked about our IRA and getting life insurance and making up wills as soon as we get our own place... and it was just simple, regular stuff... but I feel so much better now. I guess we never talked about it much before because it's such a hard thing to think about. But it wasn't hard to talk about last night. It was nice. (Possibly because we were naked and tangled up together at the time. I suppose that kind of sugar-coats any conversation.)
Because it is worth taking a picture of, the evil rubber ducky on the bathroom window sill, on which we hang our rings* while we're in the shower.
*(I never know what to call them; they're more than engagement rings but "wedding rings" sounds so hetero and "commitment rings" sounds so gay. They're our we-are-going-to-be-together-till-the-end-of-time-dammit rings. :P)
We actually have two evil duckies; the other one's red. And yes, sometimes we take them in the bath and play with them. Because that is us.
Yesterday morning my dad and I spent an hour or so at this fabulous gay-ghetto (you know what I'm talkin' about) Midtown-esque coffee shop in the square. It was awesome. We talked about French films and dogs and how if you aren't exposed to a first language during your critical period (tm) you will never develop normal language skills. And how this is the longest my mom has been unwaveringly raging mad at him (going on 8 weeks).
I love my dad so.
Hmm. According to this commercial, I have an enlarged prostate. Blimey.
Seeing as I actually have a test tomorrow and Keri's coming back to pick me up in 5 hours... back to studying.
*pulls out hair*
ETA: Linguistics is gay. Or am I the only one who thinks "labiodental fricative" sounds dirty?