Not That You're Interested, BUT....
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sariagrayI do NOT want to play Wheel of Fortune in Wales.
Just sayin'.
Because I'm CONVINCED Welsh is just people typing random letters. See? "Cyr haew pymwr." Doesn't that look Welsh? Well, it isn't. It's me, typing random letters. Had you fooled, though, didn't I? Thought so.
Also, I bow to the altar of Rufus Wainwright. "Oh What A World" is SET TO "BOLERO!" Christ. He makes me want to study French again. And drink coffee. And smoke fancy cigarettes. And do ballet (apparently, but minus the falling-into-a-pile-of-boxes bit). And have intellectual, esoteric sex (what does that even MEAN?!).
I think winter is really getting to me.
Oh. And LAS? *Panic attack* Because I'm too busy daydreaming about French-coffee-cigarettes-ballet-weird shit to come up with anything to write about aliens and boys kissing (one would think Rufus would help with this latter bit, but no, apparently this is not the case).
You know, sometimes I think I used Torchwood like a cheap slut. Really. I used it up to forget about my problems and when I was finally wiped clean (strange baptism, that), I tossed it to the side. Sometimes, I get a little lonely and think I should call it up, but I never do. It takes too much effort. And Torchwood isn't as hot as I thought it was in the dark. Its breasts are sagging a little, its eyes are tired.
(Season Four is the equivalent of "I'm pregnant. With your child." My response is still, "Well, fuck.")
Further - and I'm just throwing this out there - why are all of the men in which I'm even remotely interested at least twice my age and in very stable, long-term relationships? I think I must be trying to live out a movie. Or something. AND I AM NOT JUMPING NAKED OUT OF A CAKE! (This is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thebuttonontop , who understands what I'm talking about, even if she thinks I'm really, really weird).
And I've been watching A LOT of Eddie Izzard. This has nothing to do with anything except that, yes, I do have such a fangirl-ish crush on him, it's NOT EVEN FUNNY. Not even a little bit.
Finally, please tell me why I think choreographing a Jack/Ianto ballet to "Evil Angel" is a good idea? I don't know a THING about ballet. Or dance. Or anything. Not that I'm actually going to do it. I'm just mentally going through the motions. I do this with ice dancing/figure skating, too.
I think I am in serious need of a vacation. To a room with padded walls. Yes.
That is all.
Just sayin'.
Because I'm CONVINCED Welsh is just people typing random letters. See? "Cyr haew pymwr." Doesn't that look Welsh? Well, it isn't. It's me, typing random letters. Had you fooled, though, didn't I? Thought so.
Also, I bow to the altar of Rufus Wainwright. "Oh What A World" is SET TO "BOLERO!" Christ. He makes me want to study French again. And drink coffee. And smoke fancy cigarettes. And do ballet (apparently, but minus the falling-into-a-pile-of-boxes bit). And have intellectual, esoteric sex (what does that even MEAN?!).
I think winter is really getting to me.
Oh. And LAS? *Panic attack* Because I'm too busy daydreaming about French-coffee-cigarettes-ballet-weird shit to come up with anything to write about aliens and boys kissing (one would think Rufus would help with this latter bit, but no, apparently this is not the case).
You know, sometimes I think I used Torchwood like a cheap slut. Really. I used it up to forget about my problems and when I was finally wiped clean (strange baptism, that), I tossed it to the side. Sometimes, I get a little lonely and think I should call it up, but I never do. It takes too much effort. And Torchwood isn't as hot as I thought it was in the dark. Its breasts are sagging a little, its eyes are tired.
(Season Four is the equivalent of "I'm pregnant. With your child." My response is still, "Well, fuck.")
Further - and I'm just throwing this out there - why are all of the men in which I'm even remotely interested at least twice my age and in very stable, long-term relationships? I think I must be trying to live out a movie. Or something. AND I AM NOT JUMPING NAKED OUT OF A CAKE! (This is for
thebuttonontop , who understands what I'm talking about, even if she thinks I'm really, really weird).And I've been watching A LOT of Eddie Izzard. This has nothing to do with anything except that, yes, I do have such a fangirl-ish crush on him, it's NOT EVEN FUNNY. Not even a little bit.
Finally, please tell me why I think choreographing a Jack/Ianto ballet to "Evil Angel" is a good idea? I don't know a THING about ballet. Or dance. Or anything. Not that I'm actually going to do it. I'm just mentally going through the motions. I do this with ice dancing/figure skating, too.
I think I am in serious need of a vacation. To a room with padded walls. Yes.
That is all.
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Date: 2011-01-24 11:57 pm (UTC)I'm an Izzard fan too, by the way! :) *sending big hugs*
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Date: 2011-01-25 12:01 am (UTC)Yeah - I have this thing where I hear certain songs and I gasp and shout, "I must choreograph this!" And then I pause and think about it and realize, "Wait, I don't know how to do this. What was I thinking?" It's been going on for well over a decade, now.
LOVE Izzard! I was watching "Definite Article" this weekend, and he went on about Pavlov who apparently adopted a Welsh accent and he was like, "I'm now called Gareth Pavlov" and I sorta made a strangled yelping noise. It was very...interesting. :)
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Date: 2011-01-25 12:28 am (UTC)I'm strapped for time now but I'll send off that PM as soon as I can! I'll remind myself to send one to Button as well but feel free to tell her about the fic details if you get yours first. :)
Gareth Pavlov! *hehe* I'm now reading Milady's fic with Illya Kuryakin of UNCLE as Ianto's uncle!