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Sep. 30th, 2003 04:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingI just spent six and a half hours roleplaying with Nat, and briefly also with Liam and Dilly.
The kinda sad part of this is that Nat and I were sitting in the same room the whole time.
Okay, really fucking tired now. But it was worth it. So, here's a bunch of chat logs, because I'm at Nat's and will never get to see them again otherwise.
Me: J00 a lazy f00.
Liam: k. Why?
Me: *looks askance* Because. And because everything is your fault.
Liam: I am assuming this is Dani, due to the randomness and lack of excuse for anything, except naming me lord of causality.
Me: Mwahaha! You rock.
Me: Mwah.
Liam: *is lord of Causality*
Me: Yes. Yes you are. Except for the good stuff. That's mine.
Liam: Nope. in for a penny, in for a pound.
Me: NOOOOO. MINE.
Liam: MIne
Me: No.
Me: MINE.
Liam: Yes.
MINE
Me: We are a dualistic deity. You are god of lost keys and stupid people.
Me: And possibly little kittens being caught up in trees.
Liam: Nope. God of all causality.
Me: Pbbbt. No.
Liam: Ooh. that one I like.
Are they evil kittens?
Me: Like Czernobog and Bielobog. Though I'm not sure which is which.
Me: Uh... yes.
Me: Yes. Evil kittens all the way.
Liam: I'd like to, at this juncture, interrupt with a 'squeeeeeee' of some description.
'cest moi: Oh, I've been doing that. Between the unbelievable freakouts.
Me: Weeble, weeble, weeble.
Liam: weeble?
Me: Weeble. *nods*
Me: Nat won't believe me. That I'm not cute.
Liam: you are monkeybutter, you are.
Me: Not!
Me: *is giggling like a fool*
Liam: sooo cute youlittlewannatakeyouhomeandmantlepieceyou
Bill the Radish says:
Screw it up or not, you'd only regret it if you didn't. And worrying too much about it is only likely to make you nervous.
Bill the Radish says:
Calm down and be you. =) You're great, as she apparently knows.
I talked to Steph as well, but I cleverly closed that window, and so I don't have any of the details of that conversation stored. I hate not being on Trillian. :(
Get that, Alaanja? Steph and I talked. About stuff. Like, things you told her. Also, Alaanja? You are so dead. (Except for the part where you're not, and where Steph would get rather upset if your lifefunctions were terminated. Damn.)
The kinda sad part of this is that Nat and I were sitting in the same room the whole time.
Okay, really fucking tired now. But it was worth it. So, here's a bunch of chat logs, because I'm at Nat's and will never get to see them again otherwise.
Me: J00 a lazy f00.
Liam: k. Why?
Me: *looks askance* Because. And because everything is your fault.
Liam: I am assuming this is Dani, due to the randomness and lack of excuse for anything, except naming me lord of causality.
Me: Mwahaha! You rock.
Me: Mwah.
Liam: *is lord of Causality*
Me: Yes. Yes you are. Except for the good stuff. That's mine.
Liam: Nope. in for a penny, in for a pound.
Me: NOOOOO. MINE.
Liam: MIne
Me: No.
Me: MINE.
Liam: Yes.
MINE
Me: We are a dualistic deity. You are god of lost keys and stupid people.
Me: And possibly little kittens being caught up in trees.
Liam: Nope. God of all causality.
Me: Pbbbt. No.
Liam: Ooh. that one I like.
Are they evil kittens?
Me: Like Czernobog and Bielobog. Though I'm not sure which is which.
Me: Uh... yes.
Me: Yes. Evil kittens all the way.
Liam: I'd like to, at this juncture, interrupt with a 'squeeeeeee' of some description.
'cest moi: Oh, I've been doing that. Between the unbelievable freakouts.
Me: Weeble, weeble, weeble.
Liam: weeble?
Me: Weeble. *nods*
Me: Nat won't believe me. That I'm not cute.
Liam: you are monkeybutter, you are.
Me: Not!
Me: *is giggling like a fool*
Liam: sooo cute youlittlewannatakeyouhomeandmantlepieceyou
Bill the Radish says:
Screw it up or not, you'd only regret it if you didn't. And worrying too much about it is only likely to make you nervous.
Bill the Radish says:
Calm down and be you. =) You're great, as she apparently knows.
I talked to Steph as well, but I cleverly closed that window, and so I don't have any of the details of that conversation stored. I hate not being on Trillian. :(
Get that, Alaanja? Steph and I talked. About stuff. Like, things you told her. Also, Alaanja? You are so dead. (Except for the part where you're not, and where Steph would get rather upset if your lifefunctions were terminated. Damn.)
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Date: 2003-09-29 06:15 pm (UTC)*hyperventilates*
Damn me for not being online so I could make some attempt to explain. Not that there's a whole lot to explain, but still.
K. I'll just be over here, cowering beneath my rock.
And Dani?
It's not much... but I'm sorry.
I'm really, really sorry.
I do deserve to be impaled. *nods*
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Date: 2003-09-30 12:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-30 01:19 am (UTC)I am sorry. But you're aware of how that could be taken...right? o_O
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Date: 2003-09-30 05:04 am (UTC)nevermind.
*scrubs own brain*
I'LL NEVER BE CLEAN AGAIN! *wails*
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Date: 2003-09-30 05:56 am (UTC)Obviously, I lied...
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Date: 2003-09-30 04:18 am (UTC)Methinks you have the wrong girl here.
*runs off giggling*
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Date: 2003-09-30 04:42 am (UTC)*grabs you, takes the top off your head and washes your brain out*
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Date: 2003-09-30 04:45 am (UTC)But thank you. I needed that. Too much x-files fanfiction. *cough*
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Date: 2003-09-30 04:48 am (UTC)Though admittedly, my brain probably could use a good scrubbing. Not that it'd do any good.
It's for your own good.
Date: 2003-09-30 05:01 am (UTC)Whose good?!?
Date: 2003-09-30 05:37 am (UTC)Now look what you did!
Well, mine. It's the only one that counts.
Date: 2003-09-30 05:57 am (UTC)...it's supposed to be able to count? *boggles*
Date: 2003-09-30 06:11 am (UTC)In a mettaforrical sense. *nods sagely*
Date: 2003-09-30 06:22 am (UTC)bonebrain*Aiyaiyai.
*oven cleaner shrunken brain spasms at big word*
Date: 2003-09-30 06:23 am (UTC)Re: *oven cleaner shrunken brain spasms at big word*
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Date: 2003-09-30 06:35 am (UTC)It's just a pervy brain. *hangs head*
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Date: 2003-09-30 05:58 am (UTC)SO WHAT AM I GOING TO DO NEXT TIME SOMEONE OFFERS ME A JELLYSNAKE?!?!?!?
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Date: 2003-09-30 05:58 am (UTC)Make 'em go away, Steph. *hides behind you*
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Date: 2003-09-30 06:01 am (UTC)shoo! *waves hands ineffectually at the internet people*
be entertaining somewhere else...or something...
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