There seems to be a big wave of Eminemlove on my friends list. This gives me warm fuzzies. Yeah, I know, I know, but I love him. And I love Silvia because she loves him for much the same reason I do, and she's all smart and wordy about it. Mmmm, smart girls and dysfunctional white rapper boys. heaven.
Oh, ye gods in heaven! Sil is writing girl!Em? *dies of lust*
Okay, I'm better. And all of this almost makes me wish I had another Em bunny. (Shut up, Beth, I said almost. I don't need more bunnies, and I don't care if I "owe" Em a relatively happy fic. :p)
Spent all weekend pondering deep ponderings about class and social environment and their influences on our lives. Have seriously rambled about it in in-progress email to Ruth. Must rewrite email sans stupid ramblings.
You know you're bored when drinking tipp-ex doesn't seem like a bad way out.
Somebody talk to meeeee!
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They do look oddly alike sometimes; it's pretty creepy. Um. Oh, hell, I'm down for some good Eminem abuse, too, though, so yeah. You get down with your bad self.
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And ha! You may be down for some good Em-abuse, but I'd like to keep my Em muse from leadingall my muses in some sort of twisted Guerilla War or whatever. No thank you. :p