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May. 21st, 2003 11:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperfeh. Allergy attack not fun. I am all itchy and snotty all over the place and have been since about 7:30. ug. *sniffle*
Did the bicycle equivelant of speeding down the hill to Modern Myths, returned clutching the 9th volume ot Transmetropolitan in my hot little hand, along with the second trade volume of GloomCookie, which is fun fluffy comic reading, especially if one of your main activities is laughing at them thar wacky crazy Goth kids and their poetry. :) Oh the sublime horror that is Vermilion. He might as well stand up on stage, strap Poetry Appreciation devices to everyone around him and begin reciting "O freddled gruntbuggly, thy micturations are to me . . ."
damn it, once upon a time I knew the whole thing. And I'm too lazy to go fish out my copy of the Ultimate HHG. Not to mention bending over to fish it off the shelf its on would not only wake up![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sundart but will disturb the precarious equilibrium of the fluid in my nasal cavity. Oh well. Long story short, both compilations were worth the money spent and the forty odd minutes it took me to read both of them. That's the one problem with comic books - they go by so quickly . . .
Head is stuffy and I feel sad. Need to find actual tissues, as paper towels too rough on poor sensitive nosie. Ouch. Need some filthy assistants to bring me tissues.
Did the bicycle equivelant of speeding down the hill to Modern Myths, returned clutching the 9th volume ot Transmetropolitan in my hot little hand, along with the second trade volume of GloomCookie, which is fun fluffy comic reading, especially if one of your main activities is laughing at them thar wacky crazy Goth kids and their poetry. :) Oh the sublime horror that is Vermilion. He might as well stand up on stage, strap Poetry Appreciation devices to everyone around him and begin reciting "O freddled gruntbuggly, thy micturations are to me . . ."
damn it, once upon a time I knew the whole thing. And I'm too lazy to go fish out my copy of the Ultimate HHG. Not to mention bending over to fish it off the shelf its on would not only wake up
sundart but will disturb the precarious equilibrium of the fluid in my nasal cavity. Oh well. Long story short, both compilations were worth the money spent and the forty odd minutes it took me to read both of them. That's the one problem with comic books - they go by so quickly . . .Head is stuffy and I feel sad. Need to find actual tissues, as paper towels too rough on poor sensitive nosie. Ouch. Need some filthy assistants to bring me tissues.
