hrm

[verbicide]

Some days all the energy and motivation and cheer you need can be provided by bedroom karaoke and a really bad 80s song.

Nothing like the melodrama achieved by belting out freaking Whitney Houston in your pjs.

And OMFG NO, it's not that fucking "IIIIIIIIII Will Always Love Youuuuuu" song either.

I love QCD and its shuffle play. Nothing like hearing Ave Maria after Trent Reznor growls about how he wants to fuck you like an animal. You bring me closer to God. Rawwr.

Can I say how glad I am that my life is not being filmed?

*bounce* Ok. Must get dressed and go do things.

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[devinshire.livejournal.com]

*jumps off the couch and lands in a demi-splits position*

"Ooooh I wanna dance with somebod-ay! I wanna feel the heeeeat with somebod-ay!"

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

*dies laughing*

God, I the 80s. Close, but no cigar.

"A fewwwww stolen moments, are aaaaaaaall that we haaaave.."

The best part of having Hobbes as an audience is his utterly astonished look. Or maybe it's hunger. Probably hunger.