January 30th, 2007
|07:23 pm - News|
B-Fest was absolutely fantastic, and I've never had such so much fun sitting down with aching back and knees. Full recap will come later, possibly today (though possibly not).
In other news, in case you've not figured it out (or in case you're one of the 50% or so of my Friends who've never met me in person), crabmoon and I have pooled our collective fondness for each other into a depressingly cute relationship. This has been going on for a few weeks now, but not half as long as everybody seems to think. That night when Lindsay and I excused ourselves to go home and make brownies? We made brownies. That night that Lindsay and I disappeared, and I later sent cryptic text messages to people about how we were eating waffles? We were eating waffles (albeit in a very cryptic manner).
Anyway, the time seems right to make the announcement. For the first time in ages, I feel pretty good about things in general. It's unusual, but not entirely unfamiliar.
Current Mood: Happy. No, seriously.
Current Music: David Bowie -- As the World Falls Down
I wrote a screenplay called Indiana Jones and the Cryptic Waffles and sent it to George Lucas once. All I got back was a credit card offer, and he signed his name as "Washington Mutual Bank."
Um. I guess I can't say I'm that surprised.
I guess that means I can't let drunk people send you dirty messages anymore, can I? Oh well, she's too busy now anyway.
Send them to me instead... hahaha
|Date:||January 31st, 2007 04:17 am (UTC)|| |
I have stumbled upon your sight and I was wondering when exactly you were going to fill me in on this. -Hez :O)
I KNEW IT! Not about the two of you, but about the waffles.
Who eats waffles without it being cryptic? No one, that's who!
Everyone's focusing on the waffles. I think the real story is in the brownies.
Man, I shouldn't have neglected you for my taxes. If you ever feel the need to post while visiting again, feel free to kick my ass and demand some attention. You're going to get a (small) gift of your choice for this.
Oh, actually, I made the post hours before, and wanted Lindsay to see it before anybody else did. I got the e-mail while I was copying Merrie's bootleg of Howard the Duck, so I just went back, re-timestamped the post, and made it public. I did no new writing.
Just like several other people I know.
Now I feel bad that I responded to waffles text in the way I did.
what doses cryptic mean? well at any rate despite my tesing im happy that you guys have got'n to gether. and im srry for beang an ass to you but m an ass to every one just ask. at least i know shes not going to get raped by some dunk fuck she meats at the bar.