elljay mundanity

[sabotabby]

Sometimes I feel like making really shallow and embarrassing posts -- shallower and more embarrassing than normal, that is. I suppose things have been a bit intense lately. But you know those days when you want to do very annoying things on your journal like post 5000 gratuitous cat pictures or talk about your crush or redo your layout so that it's more pink or do a quiz that tells you how emo you are or randomly post Ani DiFranco lyrics* ("Gravel," if you're wondering)?

I'm having one of those days. An evening of shameless indulgence, if you will. So go ahead -- post anything in the comments. Song lyrics, memes, cat photos, anonymous confessions of lust in faux-chatspeak, etc. Consider this an open invitation to post in my journal anything that places you on the lower levels of the blogger hierarchy.

* I don't even like Ani DiFranco very much. I like that song, though. I was bopping around the apartment singing it last night for some reason.

Comments

Re: brilliant!

[zingerella.livejournal.com]

It's a metaphor-wossname. The bananas thing, that is. You can substitute anything else that you don't like that you encounter frequently in unexpected places.

The parties involved in the hugging (neither of whom was me) didn't seem to mind. I think they rather regretted not having closed the door before I wandered by with my bike.

Re: brilliant!

[sabotabby]

I'm being intentionally obtuse about the bananas. Not so much with the hugging.

Re: brilliant!

[zingerella.livejournal.com]

I figured, with the bananas. They're pretty disgusting. Also like unrequited love.

A certain person who has an office and stays late was visited by a certain freelancer in whose company he has been seen previously (by parties other than me). Said freelancer brought said stressed-out office mate a wee present and when I left there was an embrace that did not look passionnate, but did look friendly and accustomed.

I like dates, at least when they are fun.

Re: brilliant!

[sabotabby]

Oooh, now I get it.

Am awaiting gossip as to who the freelancer in question is tomorrow.