Memetime

Feb 03, 2009 17:03

Because who the fuck cares if this means I'll never get into another rating community.


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gringo_in_tj February 4 2009, 01:10:58 UTC
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positive reinforcement derghaust February 4 2009, 01:31:03 UTC
bluster = success!

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Re: positive reinforcement gringo_in_tj February 4 2009, 01:33:16 UTC
You're a good writer. You load a meme into your stuff every once in a while no one will care.

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Re: positive reinforcement derghaust February 4 2009, 01:42:04 UTC
Thanks, I do need to hear that every so often. I feel lately like the stuff I'm doing isn't really right for LiveJournal and that the only reason I put it here is so when my computer finally dies I won't lose it. That and habit.

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chocolatebark February 4 2009, 01:24:03 UTC
Wait, is there an anti-memeyoucrew or something that I don't know about?

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derghaust February 4 2009, 01:27:25 UTC
Haha, I used to be into all those fuckers. And they hate this shit.

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derghaust February 4 2009, 01:43:16 UTC
In fact, I think lj_YouCantWrite might've even had a specific policy about that, back when it was the fuckyoucrew or the writeyoucrew or whatever it was called back then.

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i've played this meme before... tdaschel February 4 2009, 02:05:10 UTC
and answered it *differently* / but my result is always th'same: hermit, hermit, th'Hermit (sheesh)..

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Re: i've played this meme before... derghaust February 4 2009, 07:28:23 UTC
I can only wish for so concrete a personality. Maybe one day says dorothy clicking her heels.

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halfjapanesesal February 5 2009, 23:47:23 UTC
tarot cards are fun. i like mine:


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derghaust February 8 2009, 04:35:08 UTC
"Very often a choice needs to be made."

I like that too.

How's life in Sallyworld?

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halfjapanesesal February 9 2009, 04:06:25 UTC
Weird in fun new ways. How about you?

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derghaust February 9 2009, 19:29:50 UTC
The last few days have been exquisite: staying in, reading, writing, learning, buying another piece of furniture (that makes 2), doing my laundry, cleaning, listening to the music as loud as I want, never turning on the television, drinking wine out of a box, reading more, burning candles, tearing up newspapers, remembering my dreams, watering my new houseplants, pasting the things I find into my journal, my universe pushing inexorably outwards, filling up, everything clear as cut crystal, a glass in my hand to drink from deeply.

Or, in layman's terms (I don't know why I bother since I know you're not), my roommates are all gone and I have the house to myself.

In other words, I need my own place.

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