'Sing with me, sing for the years'

I've just been reading through all my old LiveJournals. That's right, journals! It's very strange: I sounded a lot happier three/four years ago but I really wasn't! Also, my use of the English language was completely different to how it is now. Now I'm much more expressive and poetic, but less amusing. Remedies - they must be discovered!


As I don't have to take much furniture with me when I leave, the prospect of hiring a van seems depleted. Which is silly really because my books alone will fill the car to the brim. Let's not even approach the subject of the amount of clothes one owns, whatwhatwhat!

There's a 'scheduled outage at 3:00pm PDT.' - I don't know what a PDT is so I'm going to ignore that.
'You don't know what a Rotten Borough is: do you, George?'

Note to self and all else who cares to listen: Stadium rock is where it's at, mu'fucker.
What 'it' is or where exactly it's 'at' I am unsure. But, by God, it's there.

I am suffering from frustration of a sexual nature. Werewolf killers just don't cut it, I'm afraid. How do lesbians do it?

I could go into muchos spiritual stuff right now but I shan't. IT'S A SECRET!

Somebody buy me this coat plzkthx: