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reigning queen of the questions
21 April 2011 @ 04:45 pm
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Friending policy is very simple. So long as you can speak in full sentences with decent grammar, are open-minded and somewhat liberal on the whole, and we have a few things in common, comment here and consider yourself friended.

All comments are subject to my careful discretion - don't come here to troll, flame, or insult anyone. Doing so will result in being banned from my LJ.
The emotions that I'm spoon-fed: accomplishedaccomplished
Machinations in my head: street spirit (fade out) - radiohead
reigning queen of the questions
31 May 2006 @ 11:11 am
Are we hotter? You tell me.
Machinations in my head: un bel di - madame butterfly
reigning queen of the questions
23 April 2006 @ 05:34 pm
Just a photo post for now. Tomorrow will allow for posts on music festival and stories from the party.

Pictures from the party. Also, a video. Not dial-up friendly.Collapse )
Machinations in my head: deh, per inquesto
reigning queen of the questions
13 March 2006 @ 11:16 am
You're all so damn conformist with the numbered posts. :)

Small flist cut. If we've talked in any form in the last year or so, I don't think I cut you. If you think I made a mistake/would like to be refriended, just comment.

That's all.
Machinations in my head: i'm a cuckoo - belle and sebastien
reigning queen of the questions
Have been having trouble sleeping. Inexplicable, really.

This entry is mainly a chronicle of entire pointless facts that I feel the distinct urge to convey to my flist.

I'm being given a dissertation I didn't particularly want about Slipknot. I find them collectively unappealing, for they are not Radiohead. Thus, a waste of space. God, I'm so pseudo-simple-minded.

That Jonny Greenwood fellow, what a talentless hack! Slipknot's way better.

Moreover, photographs scare me slightly. I'm looking back through pictures, and it's just a bit of a creepy concept. A piece of the past. That really made no sense; I didn't intend for it that to happen.

Dr. David Thorpe is a god of the farce, especially when it comes to Coldplay. The thought of Chris Martin shitting chords = priceless.

Go to hell come to me
For I am a wicked child
The emotions that I'm spoon-fed: amusedamused
Machinations in my head: climbing up the walls - radiohead