It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

Alison was supposed to go to bed but she just came out here to get a drink and there is no way that we could possibly ever explain the conversation that just occurred between us, but it was epic hilarity though it was the kind where you had to be there and now my stomach hurts from laughing. It was pure ridiculousness and we both laughed so hard, and I feel like I might vomit.

And then I thought, "you know what? I think I feel like this at least once a day." I think living in a house where you laugh so hard you think you might vomit at least once a day is pretty damn awesome, no matter what else is going on in my messed up little world.

Long live the LFoD and all it's denizens, past and present!

EDIT: For more examples of why the LFoD is the greatest place on Earth, I present Alison's Overheard in the LFoD tag in her journal which is chock full of hilarity and quotes.

My head hurts from laughing.

MY HAIR IS NOW WHITE IN THE MIDDLE AND IT RADIATES OUTWARDS YELLOW-ORANGE-RED-PURPLE!

It's quite a weird effect. Not...exactly what I was hoping for ;) But we're gonna try to make the rest go blonder too after it dries and then if not, we'll slap the red over it and hope it...like...covers it up. Otherwise I get a funfunfun trip to the salon because my head looks like a mixed drink. It's AWESOME but it won't make my classmates take me seriously. Bastards. (They are actually not bastards at all, I rather like them. I am just feeling scrappy :D)

...my kitten just mounted me and I can't see the keyboard. She has this love of sitting on my chest. It's quite adorable, it makes it hard to get anything done and I get fur in my mouth.

Oooh, I want to have Baphomet kill someone.... /random (That was me talking about fiction, not...doing a murder)

Ariadne's head is in my mouth (not her entire head, but she is LEANING against my LIPS. This...is wrong on so many levels...

Bill Bailey is coming to Christchurch in June and YAY because I've seen Dylan 4 times, but I've never seen Bill. AND NOW I WILL! YAY YAY! So we are celebrating by watching Part Troll. I love it!

Still uploading icons. It's thrilling.

So I've spent all weekend studying and writing and I haven't brushed my hair in two days. Please note it is CLEAN, just wild and untamed, like my SOUL. Booyah. Now it's a bit wet and I'm cold, but my heater is on and I have a hottie and the girlies are watching Mitchell and Webb while I ignore it because I'm not entirely sure I get it... BUT We watched Stephen Fry's last look and QI and I made a sausage bake and tea and then I burned my hand with the water filling UP the water bottle, but it's all good.

It's ALL GOOD.

Because essays have eaten my brain. Eaten. Gone. Yesterday I spent the afternoon reading about social policy and fricking welfare and like...policy of policy makers making policy all for ONE 500 WORD REVIEW which is POINTLESS but it's out of the way so I can focus on how qualitative researchers use observation, focus groups, interviews and existing documentation to complete their research.

Reeeessseeaarrrcchhhhhhhh.

No seriously, brain eaten.

Tomorrow I get to ACTUALLY SEND MAIL because I've been waiting for the US Federal Aid lady to return my form to me before I send stuff to the US and she finally got to it. And then I have class and then more essays. Wheeeeeeee.

PS David Wells is my gay boyfriend. :D