darla derailed - red onion delight

funny.

i always thought things would go to hell after sex.

would you look at that.

they did.

keeping my fingers crossed.

i really hope this sinking feeling is just me being a bit too successful at the autumn melancholy thing, and not actually a sign of impending doom.

really, truly.

pet peeves of the day.

three things:

1. to everybody who spells women “wimmin”. cease and desist. immediately.

2. to bus drivers everywhere. do not cheerfully inform your passengers that you can barely see what it says on their ticket. contrary to what you may believe, this does not inspire confidence in your driving abilities.

3. to my dear colleague. if the door hasn’t opened after you’ve stood there shaking it for five minutes, it’s a pretty safe bet it’s locked. really.

interesting.

so i’m waiting for the autumn melancholy thing.

i’ve been looking forward to it for a while. sometimes i wish it was always autumn and always minor key, but then i think that would take the lovely out of it and anyway i’m still laughing at the absurdity of me getting hit by a car because it’s just ridiculous even though the boy has been expecting it since the day we met. and the melancholy just won’t play along (bitch) even though i’m listening to kent for gods sake and i spend way too much time in other people’s heads. but then what should i do? there are no friends here and nobody to play with and nothing new except the interesting bruise on my thigh (and you know, that’s what i thought just before it hit, that car is going to hit me. this should be interesting. and i’m sure that’s not a normal reaction but since when have i ever been normal?) it relieved the monotony, that’s for sure. so lucky.

and johanna has dreams about trains and bombs and bikinis and i’m sure that’s ever so much more interesting than the dreams i haven’t been remembering. and the boy is dutifully killing russians by the dozen (except when he’s russian) and that’s the most interesting thing he’s ever done ever. and my brother is living north north north and interestingly studying astronomy, and my sister has so many interesting things going that she forgot to tell dad i got hit by a car when i called and told her to tell him. where are my interesting things?

hey. would you look at that. the autumn melancholy showed up. i guess one out of two isn’t so bad.

not SPLAT...more of a dull THUD.

okay, so today i got hit by a car.

(srsly.)

a yellow mail car. the indignity.



no need to worry overmuch though. i shall be perfectly fine. am just a bit banged up.


so how was your tuesday?

oh, bad!fic how i adore thee.

and this weeks winner (so far) of weirdest sentence in a work of fanfiction is:

“Harry kissed down Draco’s neck since his lips had been removed.”

i have no words.

but then apparently draco has no lips, so that’s okay.

eggs. i has them.

look to your right.

do you see them? the eggs? do ya? doyadoyadoya?

well

i am ordering you to click them.

you don’t want baby dragons to DIE because of you, do you?!

i need a new goal.

today i have reached the very pinnacle of my career as a shop assistant.

behold:

now what shall i aspire to?

i have been jinxed.

i have performance anxiety.

supposedly, blogging is another one of those things that are just like riding a bike. however, riding a bike is quite the challenge if you’ve lost the key. kidney, meet handlebar. gods, i need better metaphors. or is that a simile? whatever.

i have a crush on my swedish teacher.

he has awesomely stylish shirts and wears the good kind of suspenders. and he’s enthusiastic and funny and just the right side of pretentious. also, both his first name and his last name are adjectives. how marvellous is that? also, he’d know if it’s a metaphor or a simile.

i have exceeded six words.

the great WHY?!

siriuslysuper:
black/green
so DOS.
darla:
actually, i did the green because i was all YAY new pants.
and i couldn’t find anything that went with green that wasn’t black.
siriuslysuper:
hehehehe
darla:
in my world nothing goes with anything except black.