*hums happily*
Jun. 1st, 2005 04:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
conuly
I've found out something today, after frantic google searching for the lyrics to one song I've discovered I particularily like.
I need this CD. NEED. I will simply die if I cannot have it! I shall perish, and go to my grave, all the while mourning the fact that I do not have this CD. O, immortal gods! Save me from this dread fate! I know my life is small, and unimportant, but please, let me live just a little longer!
Because they'll be in New York in, like, a month, and if I don't get to practice rabid fangirling on something, I really will die. Die, I tell you, die! My body cold as the grave in which I will be resting, never to rise again!
Okay, so Michael Doucet isn't as good a fangirl target as, say... well, lots of people... but I still want that CD. Because if I don't have it, I'll simply die. Expire. Become an ex-Connie, ever to stalk the earth and dispensefashion spelling advice.
Really.
*checks clock*
Whee. I have clearly been up much too long. See all the italics liberally sprinkled through this entry???? Yeah.
Oh, I'm not going to sleep. I'm just explaining why I've become SuperHyperConnie!
And I want that CD, dammit. Pity I don't know anybody with money, and my birthday isn't coming soon or anything. If I don't survive to my next birthday (where I will hopefully be able to receive more books and CDs than I can carry), I will die. As a sparrow falling to the earth, I will cease to exist. I shall die like something dead, and the world will never see my like again.
I need this CD. NEED. I will simply die if I cannot have it! I shall perish, and go to my grave, all the while mourning the fact that I do not have this CD. O, immortal gods! Save me from this dread fate! I know my life is small, and unimportant, but please, let me live just a little longer!
Because they'll be in New York in, like, a month, and if I don't get to practice rabid fangirling on something, I really will die. Die, I tell you, die! My body cold as the grave in which I will be resting, never to rise again!
Okay, so Michael Doucet isn't as good a fangirl target as, say... well, lots of people... but I still want that CD. Because if I don't have it, I'll simply die. Expire. Become an ex-Connie, ever to stalk the earth and dispense
Really.
*checks clock*
Whee. I have clearly been up much too long. See all the italics liberally sprinkled through this entry???? Yeah.
Oh, I'm not going to sleep. I'm just explaining why I've become SuperHyperConnie!
And I want that CD, dammit. Pity I don't know anybody with money, and my birthday isn't coming soon or anything. If I don't survive to my next birthday (where I will hopefully be able to receive more books and CDs than I can carry), I will die. As a sparrow falling to the earth, I will cease to exist. I shall die like something dead, and the world will never see my like again.
