Ho-hum.

[vollmus]

I've been having an excruciatingly vast amount of fun today. I started off eating glamorous dip eggs (a contemptible pseuodonym for eggs sunny-side up that I absolutely love to use) that were cooked too long with toast a lovely shade of burnt sienna, and then moved on to my least favorite flavor of sour straws. Yummmmmm.

For some reason I ended up looking at a huge gallery of Renoir paintings. If you see me using art de Renoir in my signatures or avatars any time soon, don't tell me I didn't warn you, because I most certainly did!

Next came a gloriously amusing tour of livejournals and communities, including deleterius and pottersues, that reminded me so much of myself and my friends I actually checked to see if one of them was Lexi. (She says she lives in California, but I'm not sure... it's uncanny.)

My favorite line of it all? Definitely this one which regards the evils of a certain Mary-Sue fic, especially when combined with one of the best avatars I've ever seen:

"a mellifluous voice like dead leaves
You, Suethor: put your hands behind your head and back away from the SAT vocab list."

Ave crazythorn! Morituri te salutant!
Heh heh heh heh heh heh. Heh heh. Heh.

Cough.

Now I am here before you, describing my joyful, indeliberate, lovely, unexacerbated day to you before I move on to my history vocab list full of words from texts describing slavery, in a brilliantly artistic mood, positively quivering with excitement, for I have discovered the delightful, yummy goodness that is the lj-cut. (And classical lighting, but that's a different story.)

Mwahahaha! I tricked you all! This whole entry was POINTLESS! Full of biting adjectives with little to no violence or points involved! Useless nouns abound! There is an argosy of completely detestful verbs! I HAVE WON!

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