Capital R (lonely_perverse) wrote in valarnet, @ 2016-07-15 02:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | bast, dorian pavus, esmeralda, grantaire, jehan prouvaire, killian jones (captain hook), meg giry |
Written in French, Open to All
Hi everyone, I'm R and I'm drunk. English is too hard, it makes no sense and is a stupid language. And people bitch about the subjunctive and irregular verbs. You fuckers know nothing, good fucking god. All of your verbs are irregular and they make no sense. This is what you get from stealing from the Germans.
This has just been bothering me and I've lost the sense not to babble about myself. Last night I dreamed I was in Paris. Only it was different, in the past or something. But I was pretty much the same, just wearing a tie and taking even fewer showers than I do now. But I met some people through my friends Joly and Bossuet, a student group with a stupid shitty pun for a name. I like a good pun and all but seriously.
They're fun. I like them. They've become my friends. Most of them have, anyway, but their leader Enjolras, he hates me. And you guys don't understand, he's so pretty. Top three most beautiful people I've ever seen. Legs that don't end and an ass that don't quit and a voice like the angels breathing wrath upon the sinful. And holy fuck am I a sinner. I will gladly prostrate myself before him in hopes of getting a single burning touch, a lick of flame to tell me to turn away, that I am not worthy. And I'm not. I don't deserve to look at him.
I've never been good at acknowledging what I do and don't deserve, though. All I do is annoy him but a few moments of disdain are worth all the pleasure that I've ever known otherwise. I'm a little disgusted with myself. What else is new.
Oh dear, now we're stepping into the oversharing part of the drunkenness. I'll take my leave. If no one hears from me in two days the hangover finally killed me and you're all free of me. Congratulations.