mood: sickly
music: 'shantily lace' vicariously prancing through my mind
CPCetc: mmm... honey...
** **My voice has deteriorated to gravel. My cough, as Paige pointed out, is now incredibly similar to that of a starving orphan curled up in the London gutters of the Victorian Age (as opposed to the earth-shattering bomb it usually drops). I came home from about an hour earlier than I expected but completely exhausted. So I drug my sorry ass downstairs and over the barrier, yanked out my contacts, tore off my shoes and proceeded to sleep for an hour. And then everything was really cold.
Now, however, I have discovered the beauty that is Earl Grey drowned in honey and lemon and am feeling incredibly happy in my belly. So while my throat may very well perish, my Phanpendix has no reason to berate me. Guess there really is a good side to everything.
If anyone has a recording of Tullycraft's new album and would like to 'legally acquire' a copy for me, I would super love you forever. I've found a very school-girl-crush obsession with 'Secretly Minnesotan' that is only fueled by its repeated appearance on WESN. Please note that this school-girl-crush obsession is only slightly similar to that I have on Will, Elijah Wood and vvg.com. It is more similar to the crush I have on Billy Boyd's accent and the colour violet.
...I'm rather bizarre when I'm ill, aren't I?
Speaking of Will, watching Conan O'Brien (O'Brian? Weird Irish people...) is a very odd experience. Because I'm just sitting there, watching him having this conversation with (ironically enough) Elijah Wood about (even more ironically) vvg.com and...it's like watching Will on the tellie! And if there's anyone that should note be given his own talk show, despite the fact that it would boost the ratings sky-high, it's Hitler. Followed in a very close second by Will. So it's odd. Especially after Marion's startling (and completely true) discovery that Elijah Wood and I make the exact same facial expressions. Observe:
I would demonstrate how this point is true, but a.) you all know my facial expressions extraordinarily well, 2.) I am sickly and ergo not up for comic expressions and iii.) I have no way of taking said pictures of myself at the present time. But seriously. It's true. We even have the weird little nose freckles that no one notices until they're, liek, three feet away. All I'm missing is the random eyebrow scar and the ginormous (but oddly aesthetic) gap.
So...it's like Will having his own talk show where an older, male-er, sexier, richer version of me except not is the guest. It's very bizarre. And impossible.
*glances at earlier posts* ...Apparently, it's Elijah Week. I thought I got through this phase in eighth year. I was healthy, damn it! I WENT THROUGH THE FUCKING TWELVE-STEP PROGRAMME!!!
Hello, my name is Kiri and I'm an childhood star-aholic. *hangs head in shame* This never would have happened if the mice were here! Damnable mice! How will we know when it is time to frolic??
...Intuition.
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