play back this tape

mood: inexaminate
music: bosie doing as bosie does
CPCetc: you threw off my groove! too bad there aren't any towers...

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*deeeeeeep breath*

I refuse to be sad. It's not going to happen. Thus, I am going to type it out and refuse to accept the fact that I can be at all sad about this. So there. I will not be sad.

In completely different news, Elijah Wood looks quite ridiculous with big-as-the-sun fifties specs. My uncle (who, incidentally, I never had the pleasure of meeting; he died when he was twenty and me mam was ten) had a pair identical to those. For serious! I should find a picture and allow you to compare the two. Not that my uncle looked anything at all similar to Elijah Wood. He had wrestler's ears. And was blonde. And looked almost exactly like my grandfather did at twenty. Ergo, nothing like Elijah Wood.

Ahem.

That man really doesn't look attractive from dead on. I think it's the jaw. Poor dear. *pets him* I'm also not entirely sure how I feel about his sudden attraction to muted plaids and cardigans. It's very...young Tom Waits of him. The whole 'I'm only twenty-four but I'm going to pretend that I'm fifty-something' bit. Quite odd.


And, yea, the Lord spake unto them, 'Looketh ye for the boy with no age--thou shalt knoweth him by the elder garments he hath on--and asketh unto him if he be man or god. And he shalt replieth "There is no God but Rock".'


...I need more sleep.