Guess whose hair this is. Was.

I really like my new livejournal scheme. A livejournal scheme has never made me so happy.

So, apparently I can't work out how to put photobucket photos on livejournal anymore, or, perhaps you can't anymore, but it's apparent.

So, I read Jonathon Livingstone Seagull, which Simon gave me, and the next day, my mother came in and said, "Oh, you're reading Jonathon Livingstone Seagull. I have that book." And then fifteen minutes later my father came over and said, "Who's reading Jonathon Livingstone Seagull? I had that book years ago. It's probably here, actually."

*ahem ( Read more... )

MUM: So Leo, how come Jasper was the wigga and Ebony was the homegirl but you're the one who ended up rapping?

It will be enough for me, however, if these words of mine are judged useful by those who want to understand clearly the events which happened in the past and which (human nature being what it is) will, at some time or other and in much the same ways, be repeated in the future ( Read more... )

So, I'm trying to get the word "phobo" into common circulation. As in, "Man, that guy was a total phobo."

Like, faggot being a derogatory term for homosexuals, and phobo being a derogatory term for homophobics. And other people.

Even if people don't get it at first.

The first thing he did when he woke up in the morning was wonder if the Girl would still be next to him. Then he felt a horrid wetness seeping into the mattress under his right leg, and thought, shit - I wasn’t that drunk, was I? How embarrassing ( Read more... )

I met her at the bus stop. She was young and she was chewing gum. She had a weird accent that sounded vaguely British, but it was wholly different from any other British I’d ever heard ( Read more... )

So, God made the first human beings out of clay. So did a host of other religious creationary figures from all over the world.

Scientists have begun to think that the very first organisms to ever exist, ever, on this planet, were born in clay.

How's that for trans-evolutionary collective memory.