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There must and shall be aspirin. If I do not have aspirin, I shall die!! [Dec. 26th, 2003|10:06 pm]
Miss Von Trapp
[Mood |bloated and tired]
[Music |Miles Davis : Nature Boy (Nat King Cole)]

Didn't wake up till nearly 3pm today...as I'd been up until 4am, somewhat drunk and hyperactive on a cheesecake sugar high...playing with my new chair, and leaving trackmarks all over the carpet as I 'drove' it everywhere...to the tv and back again...over to the heater and back...back to the tv to pick up my cigarette lighter and take it back to the desk etc etc...

Next thing I want is an electric motor for it so my legs don't have to do the walking while I'm sat in it...it's so damn comfy and leather and black!!!

*squish*

Got a lift over to wildgift93's house at 5pm after spending an hour arsing around in netgoth irc...had a couple of very strong rum and cokes...yum yum I love rum!!!...and exchanged presents.

I gave her a 'Divine' toiletries bag with nail polish and creams and stuff in, and a Bela Lugosi painting I'd done in B&W gouache...

I was given a hanging cloth bat basket full of marshmallows by Jake and Clover (the dog and kitty respectively), and some fantastic 'Nosferatu' (Werner Herzog) Vampire's Blood Incense which smells absolutely gorgeous and two really lovely Miss Mary collectors edition glasses...which I shall be drinking all my red wine from in the future!!

We got hit by a nasty thunderstorm right overhead...well not actually hit, but it was very very close...I had some snacks and bites to eat, and we settled down to watch 'Withnail and I'.

What a great film that is...I do love it very much...and unfortunately, do sometimes identify with Withnail...the drunken arty decadence, the trouble with getting theatre work and an agent I had in Liverpool, quoting 'the duke' and screaming at the 'matter' in the sink hehe...and the current alcohol consumption...tho I'm not THAT bad and WILL NOT stretch to lighter fluid or improper usage of Deep Heat lol!!

After which we watched a lot of the Simpsons...classic episodes...

And discussed plans for Amsterdam at the end of February!! wildgift93 and I are going to go together for 4 days and spend the time at the Van Gogh gallery and in coffee shops with Jazz cigarettes hehe!

I got a taxi home just now...very tired and in need of bed after a lovely relaxing evening:)

On a more personal level (sorry guys, it relates to the title of this post)...unfortunately, as SHOULD have been evident to myself with my up and down behaviour yesterday, I have been struck down with 'the curse'...bloody typical timing as ever!!

I shall still be lacing myself into my fetish gear and black satin corset to go out tommorrow night tho lol...but better get some rest in the meantime!!

So Shadrach, Meshach and To-bed-we-go!!

(If you never went to Sunday School you probably won't get that lol)


Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.
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[User Picture]From: tiki_man
2003-12-26 03:30 pm (UTC)
ha ha. you're a french king.
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[User Picture]From: missvontrapp
2003-12-26 03:33 pm (UTC)
Makes a change from a persecuted Huguenot, driven out of Paris for religious beliefs...that's my family ancestry don'tcha know...

Some kind of revenge perhaps??

*grin*
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From: defcon9
2003-12-26 06:21 pm (UTC)
I scored that exact-same-guy when I took it.
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[User Picture]From: missvontrapp
2003-12-26 08:27 pm (UTC)
You are Charles VI of France, also known as Charles the Mad or Charles the Well-Beloved!

A fine, amiable and dreamy young man, skilled in horsemanship and archery, you were also from a long line of dribbling madmen. King at 12 and quickly married to your sweetheart, Bavarian Princess Isabeau, you enjoyed many happy months together before either of you could speak anything of the other's language. However, after illness you became a tad unstable. When a raving lunatic ran up to your entourage spouting an incoherent prophecy of doom, you were unsettled enough to slaughter four of your best men when a page dropped a lance. Your hair and nails fell out. At a royal masquerade, you and your courtiers dressed as wild men, ending in tragedy when four of them accidentally caught fire and burned to death. You were saved by the timely intervention of the Duchess of Berry's underskirts.

This brought on another bout of sickness, which surgeons countered by drilling holes in your skull. The following months saw you suffer an exorcism, beg your friends to kill you, go into hyperactive fits of gaiety, run through your rooms to the point of exhaustion, hide from imaginary assassins, claim your name was Georges, deny that you were King and fail to recognise your family. You smashed furniture and wet yourself at regular intervals. Passing briefly into erratic genius, you believed yourself to be made of glass and demanded iron rods in your attire to prevent you breaking.

In 1405 you stopped bathing, shaving or changing your clothes. This went on until several men were hired to blacken their faces, hide, jump out and shout "boo!", upon which you resumed basic hygiene. Despite this, your wife continued sleeping with you until 1407, when she hired a young beauty, Odette de Champdivers, to take her place. Isabeau then consoled herself, as it were, with your brother. Her lovers followed thick and fast while you became a pawn of your court, until you had her latest beau strangled and drowned.

A severe fever was fended off with oranges and pomegranates in vast quantities, but you succumbed again in 1422 and died. Your disease was most likely hereditary. Unfortunately, you had anywhere up to eleven children, who variously went on to develop capriciousness, great cruelty, insecurity, paranoia, revulsion towards food and, in one case, a phobia of bridges.


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[User Picture]From: wickedmizeri
2003-12-26 08:38 pm (UTC)
So Shadrach, Meshach and To-bed-we-go!!

That is so cute. Can I be a parrot and use this phrase always? >:D
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[User Picture]From: missvontrapp
2003-12-26 08:40 pm (UTC)
Of course you can lolol!!!
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