I have no idea what meebo is, sadly. *could check?* Do you have a gmail account? Google Talk still works on this work comp, yay!
Awwww. I heart it. Especially the bit where he brings in a celebrity to talk about gay Santa Clauses but the guy starts in with black Santas and has to be corrected to work on the gay selling case.
...On-Camera sex? Wow. I'm reading through their Wikiquote page right now.
Keller: I couldn't face living the rest of my life in here without you. Don't you see? I did what I did out of love. Beecher: I loved alcohol. I loved heroin. But I had to put them behind me because they were poison. Death. You... are death. Let me live.
Should I be cracking up at that? I'm hoping it's better when acted out.
Oh? South Asian? His name sounds East Asian. And Fickle is musically lacking in talent and passion and joining a band just to make a statement seems kinda shallow. Music's one of those things where if you don't have the passion for it, it'll sound hollow. Or so I've always thought.
I don't like it when the camera focuses on cleavage under the pretext of zooming in on the throat, or when it sets up shots that deliberately look sexualised but only do it for the girls. It bugs me that the focus is on their body parts instead of the song, or that the song isn't telling a story of some sort. And huh, interesting. I like Emilie Autumn's Marry Me song and I got Sian hooked on it, but that's because it's a fucking waltz with twisted like crazy lyrics and twisted lyrics are love. But wild hair and makeup is also love -- I like something colorful and crazy and daring better than conventional pretty, just because conventional pretty is everywhere.
And you mean like spitting onto the floor of a mosh pit? I didn't mind the prospect of falling until then, because at that point, I was all icked out by the idea of falling onto someone else's saliva. Ick. *picky about things like body fluids* And your typing is fine.
Ahhh. Yeah, that song. Hah for me knowing two whole Atreyu song titles!
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Awwww. I heart it. Especially the bit where he brings in a celebrity to talk about gay Santa Clauses but the guy starts in with black Santas and has to be corrected to work on the gay selling case.
...On-Camera sex? Wow. I'm reading through their Wikiquote page right now.
Keller: I couldn't face living the rest of my life in here without you. Don't you see? I did what I did out of love.
Beecher: I loved alcohol. I loved heroin. But I had to put them behind me because they were poison. Death. You... are death. Let me live.
Should I be cracking up at that? I'm hoping it's better when acted out.
Oh? South Asian? His name sounds East Asian. And Fickle is musically lacking in talent and passion and joining a band just to make a statement seems kinda shallow. Music's one of those things where if you don't have the passion for it, it'll sound hollow. Or so I've always thought.
I don't like it when the camera focuses on cleavage under the pretext of zooming in on the throat, or when it sets up shots that deliberately look sexualised but only do it for the girls. It bugs me that the focus is on their body parts instead of the song, or that the song isn't telling a story of some sort. And huh, interesting. I like Emilie Autumn's Marry Me song and I got Sian hooked on it, but that's because it's a fucking waltz with twisted like crazy lyrics and twisted lyrics are love. But wild hair and makeup is also love -- I like something colorful and crazy and daring better than conventional pretty, just because conventional pretty is everywhere.
And you mean like spitting onto the floor of a mosh pit? I didn't mind the prospect of falling until then, because at that point, I was all icked out by the idea of falling onto someone else's saliva. Ick. *picky about things like body fluids* And your typing is fine.
Ahhh. Yeah, that song. Hah for me knowing two whole Atreyu song titles!