auntbijou | LiveJournal auto-post

Note to Self: Take all music that trances you OFF the iPod BEFORE you start cutting up pumpkins for processing. Otherwise, you will end up standing the counter, knife poised over your victim, staring at the cabinet door blankly for the duration of the song, doesn't it? Makes it... sadder. More poignant. Deeper. I have to grab the sink to keep from falling. "YOU'RE it!"On the way down, I grab him and pull him down on her... she kept her mouth on him until he exploded. Her eyes widened, but she kept her mouth closed over him, sucking it up into her mouth, urging her to swallow and watched as she closed her eyes. A susurrus of sound against her lips, her name trembling in the air and plastered myself back against the wall, “Is why every guy at Hogwarts runs to the ice cream shop guys!” Seamus Finnegan called over his shoulder as he ran. Draco and Blaise stood in stunned amazement as a variety of Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and even Slytherin sixth, seventh, and a few multiple choice answers. Nothing difficult, do you have kids, yes or no, are you on birth control, yes or no. Now, I know we gals have a tendency to shout and be sometimes belligerent, but it was actually snowing so she and her little brother was so good, or suffered so much, or was such a cute little Harry Potter! He wants to take care of the kids, paying the bills, cooking dinner, getting this or that together, worrying about our respective parents and their aging, and all of that stuff, that we forget to do that sometimes. Discuss something other than the Big Project for the Weekend, or are we going to Houston next Friday instead.

Well, I'd better go eat some breakfast. I've got a Severe Chocolate Jones!!! No more of the best burgers on this planet!! No more....*SOB SOB SOB*

Excuse me... I must go put on sack-cloth and ashes...

Note: Lest you all think I have had a sudden schizophrenic attack, or have lost my marbles (not that I had many to begin with), this post is actually the result of a handy-dandy feature of LJ's called... "autopost." And y'all know me, I'm as curious as a cat, I can't resist poking my paw at things, and I just wanted to see what would happen if I clicked on that button and, well... here we go. Dunno if I'll keep it up, it's rather unreadable, innit?