In search for something else entirely, I found that post-threesome U2 snippet I've been talking about.
*eyes AIM buddy list* Um. Is everyone celebrating Thanksgiving? I am the only one on my list! Bizarre. Oh, wait, thee' Wax, so it's not AIM. Huh. I guess everyone is celebrating. Hm.
- Pick up a book and write a sentence at random from it.
Over the next four years, hundreds more 'blanket men' wee to join the protest.
(From Provos -- The IRA and Sinn Fein (aka Behind the Mask -- The IRA and Sinn Fein in the USA) by Peter Taylor.) - Do the same with a lyric from a song.
My hands are tied, my body bruised, you've got me with nothing to win and nothing left to lose.
(From U2 - With Or Without You) - Favorite band CURRENTLY?
U2, with the Sex Pistols and Metallica close second and third. - What do you want to be when you grow up?
Alive. - What movies do you have almost all the lines memorized to?
Stand By Me.
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I was all set to start writing the first story of Sins (aka the prisonfic) and I ... I just couldn't. I blocked. I don't seem to be in a dark-writing mood. Sigh. And I had this thing plotted, too. Where's my bunny list?
(I just don't feel profound enough to write something like this! Something wit a lot of feeling, and depth and whatnot. Argh. Need to fix his if I even want to write the IRA fic. Which I had a name for at one point, but then promtly lost. Figures.)
I proly ought to go to bed, or at least do something productive, but all I'm doing is picking a random person on my friends list and going through their listed memories.
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