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Wierd LJ culture stuff...
Jan. 26th, 2006 01:58 pmWell, Ari and I have been tagged twice now for the 'guilty pleasures meme' Whatever the fuck a meme is. Strange perverted subculture.
So, we apparently get to have five each.
I have been putting great thought into mine to ensure they are genuine guilty pleasures, nt just really nice ones. So...
1. Bodily noises Farting, burping, sneezing. (probably in that order) There are few things nicer than a really good farting session after several hours of trapped wind (which in itself is less pleasant)
2. Making lists etc I like a good list. I can spend a long time making organised lists and charts and graphs about often highly unimportant things. And alphabetising them. In with this also comes doing sums, which I do when I'm bored or trying to sleep, and filling in forms in cafes and such like to rate my enjoyment of the consumer experience. This last part Ari hates me for and I have to do in secret. Hence guilt.
3. Terrible television Sex and the City, Friends, Neighbours at worst. And Corrie. I don't mean as bad as reality TV or anything, just stuff I'm supposed to be artistically superior to according to certain people.
4. Killing mosquitoes This, wierdly enough is one I have developed since being in This Heathen Country. Mosquitoes, as I believe I have mentioned before, are inherently evil and want to kill me. Getting there first is sweet sweet joy. There are different ways. There is using fly spray and mosquito coils, this is a slightly passive way but you know they are dying. Once I ws lying in bed and a mosquito just fell from the air and died right there on my pillow and I actually heaved a sigh of pleasure. Then there's the more violent killing. When the're on our arm abuot to bite you and you squish them and they're so soft and insubstantial they go everywhere. Sometimes you get mosquito gut on you whch is a bit gross, and an inevitable painful aftermath of such sweet pleasure. Sometimes they are halfway through bbiting you and when you squish them your own blood (or possibly someone else's they have recently bitten) goes everywhere and it serves to act as evidence of their evil bloodsucking nature and it feels so good. I'm getting quite excited just thinking about it.
5. Baby Koalas Koalas are a fairly vicious creature, nocturnal and wish just to be left alone. But I really, REALLY want to cuddle one. I don't even care if it pisses on me.
OK, I feel suitably bad and wrong. Ari's go!
Hmm. Hello. Here are my 5 guilty pleasures.
1: Tormenting Lizzie. We could be anywhere. We could just be walking down the street. We could be in a crowded restaraunt. And then I will lean over, intently stare at her breasts and softly say 'Bitty...' Drives her crazy with revulsion. Hee hee hee hee hee!
2: Smoking. Lizzie frowns at me a lot for this and I can't bear to be frowned at so I don't do it very often, but sometimes I DO and it's so good that I might just happily die of lung cancer there and then. She punishes me by not letting me kiss her until I'm clean again.
3: Reading. I get lost for hours. Sometimes when I have things to do during the day I will do a task and then reward myself with a chapter. Then I will do another task. This means that doing the dishes takes a long time, as a task could equal the washing of a fork. Or a spoon. Super guilty: Reading and smoking. Ooh. Ooh.
4: Shopping. It's an expensive, vapid waste of time. I feel guilty because my inner snob looks at me and hisses 'You used to make your own clothes out of Arabian silk.' Shut up inner snob I say, as I spend as little as I can on little chic numbers. So far I have bought 6 items of clothing over a three month period. I know that doesn't sound bad, but packing is becoming increasingly difficult.
5: Going out to eat. Inner snob says 'I can make this at home.' Outer shallow me says 'not with this much salt or fat or alcohol.' I get to sit across the table from Lizzie and marvel at her beauty, the unbelievable fact that she loves me. I like to watch her eat and I love to have conversations with her. WE have a favourite turkish restarant an sometimes there is belly dancing. It is so so expensive. But so very worth it.
Ok, so we need to tag other people but don't know how to do the formetty thing to make it all blue. So we tag, naomiruderker, daisyflip, _miss_fliss_ (don't know where the underscores go) andrelineanema and ..of fuck we need more friends...ooh thegouldfish.
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daisyflip naomirudeberker thegouldfish adrenalineanima _missfliss_ Thanks Morag. You have already been tagged else we'd have tagged you too.
Ta
Lizzie and Ari
So, we apparently get to have five each.
I have been putting great thought into mine to ensure they are genuine guilty pleasures, nt just really nice ones. So...
1. Bodily noises Farting, burping, sneezing. (probably in that order) There are few things nicer than a really good farting session after several hours of trapped wind (which in itself is less pleasant)
2. Making lists etc I like a good list. I can spend a long time making organised lists and charts and graphs about often highly unimportant things. And alphabetising them. In with this also comes doing sums, which I do when I'm bored or trying to sleep, and filling in forms in cafes and such like to rate my enjoyment of the consumer experience. This last part Ari hates me for and I have to do in secret. Hence guilt.
3. Terrible television Sex and the City, Friends, Neighbours at worst. And Corrie. I don't mean as bad as reality TV or anything, just stuff I'm supposed to be artistically superior to according to certain people.
4. Killing mosquitoes This, wierdly enough is one I have developed since being in This Heathen Country. Mosquitoes, as I believe I have mentioned before, are inherently evil and want to kill me. Getting there first is sweet sweet joy. There are different ways. There is using fly spray and mosquito coils, this is a slightly passive way but you know they are dying. Once I ws lying in bed and a mosquito just fell from the air and died right there on my pillow and I actually heaved a sigh of pleasure. Then there's the more violent killing. When the're on our arm abuot to bite you and you squish them and they're so soft and insubstantial they go everywhere. Sometimes you get mosquito gut on you whch is a bit gross, and an inevitable painful aftermath of such sweet pleasure. Sometimes they are halfway through bbiting you and when you squish them your own blood (or possibly someone else's they have recently bitten) goes everywhere and it serves to act as evidence of their evil bloodsucking nature and it feels so good. I'm getting quite excited just thinking about it.
5. Baby Koalas Koalas are a fairly vicious creature, nocturnal and wish just to be left alone. But I really, REALLY want to cuddle one. I don't even care if it pisses on me.
OK, I feel suitably bad and wrong. Ari's go!
Hmm. Hello. Here are my 5 guilty pleasures.
1: Tormenting Lizzie. We could be anywhere. We could just be walking down the street. We could be in a crowded restaraunt. And then I will lean over, intently stare at her breasts and softly say 'Bitty...' Drives her crazy with revulsion. Hee hee hee hee hee!
2: Smoking. Lizzie frowns at me a lot for this and I can't bear to be frowned at so I don't do it very often, but sometimes I DO and it's so good that I might just happily die of lung cancer there and then. She punishes me by not letting me kiss her until I'm clean again.
3: Reading. I get lost for hours. Sometimes when I have things to do during the day I will do a task and then reward myself with a chapter. Then I will do another task. This means that doing the dishes takes a long time, as a task could equal the washing of a fork. Or a spoon. Super guilty: Reading and smoking. Ooh. Ooh.
4: Shopping. It's an expensive, vapid waste of time. I feel guilty because my inner snob looks at me and hisses 'You used to make your own clothes out of Arabian silk.' Shut up inner snob I say, as I spend as little as I can on little chic numbers. So far I have bought 6 items of clothing over a three month period. I know that doesn't sound bad, but packing is becoming increasingly difficult.
5: Going out to eat. Inner snob says 'I can make this at home.' Outer shallow me says 'not with this much salt or fat or alcohol.' I get to sit across the table from Lizzie and marvel at her beauty, the unbelievable fact that she loves me. I like to watch her eat and I love to have conversations with her. WE have a favourite turkish restarant an sometimes there is belly dancing. It is so so expensive. But so very worth it.
Ok, so we need to tag other people but don't know how to do the formetty thing to make it all blue. So we tag, naomiruderker, daisyflip, _miss_fliss_ (don't know where the underscores go) andrelineanema and ..of fuck we need more friends...ooh thegouldfish.
EDIT: OK,
daisyflip naomirudeberker thegouldfish adrenalineanima _missfliss_ Thanks Morag. You have already been tagged else we'd have tagged you too.Ta
Lizzie and Ari
