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[Aug. 12th, 2012|06:35 am] |
I'm bored. I want to build things. Mechanical things. |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2012|07:06 am] |
Bloody actual hell.
How did I manage to get in the middle of a tornado in London, then wind up in a West End musical? |
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[Aug. 1st, 2012|07:21 pm] |
Lookit me still talking while there's science to do. |
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[Jul. 30th, 2012|12:23 am] |
Okay maybe this singing thing isn't so bad.
It got me a date. He said I had the nicest voice he's heard so far. Then he sang about waffles. WAFFLES. It was like we were meant for each other.
So haha suck it Loki! |
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[Jul. 28th, 2012|03:43 pm] |
I have to admit, it's getting better. |
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[Jul. 27th, 2012|09:10 pm] |
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you. |
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[Jul. 27th, 2012|10:50 am] |
There's no one in town I know.
You gave us some place to go.
I never said thank you for that.
I thought I might get one more chance.
What would you think of me now
So lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that,
Now I'll never have a chance.
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads,
The sleepless go.
May angels lead you in. |
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[Jul. 25th, 2012|12:53 pm] |
Superheroes, time travel (thanks to certain awesome folks), it's own soundtrack... I am digging this universe. I just wish Artie and everyone else were here |
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[Jul. 20th, 2012|11:21 pm] |
You have got to be sodding kidding me.
Right, which one of you blooming idiots found a shiny talisman and decided to use it to summon a bloody Mary Poppins demon to make us all sing our hearts out? Own up so I can punch your face in. The first time was bad enough. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2012|09:57 am] |
THEY FOUND THE MOTHER-FLIPPIN' HIGGS BOSON.
This reality is suh-weeeeet. |
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[Jun. 25th, 2012|09:09 pm] |
So. Aliens. In New York.
This happen a lot? |
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[Jun. 24th, 2012|11:50 am] |
Always forget how boring this place gets after the dashing heroics.
I ain't cut out to be a damn mall cop. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2012|11:00 pm] |
Okay, did I accidentally bump into L. Frank Baum's notebook or Judy Garland's shoes or something? Because this definitely isn't South Dakota. |
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