"A Stranger With Your Doorkey..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Er-- hello. ^_^

I'm wearing my hair all pinned up to-day. I think I have nine pins in, and it's still not really doing the trick. And, imagine, this is when my hair is short like this! When it grows all the way out again, I shan't be able to do a thing with it. But I do want it to be long enough to braid again. I'd like to have a braid.

Sort of Hamlet song? If you squint at it and ignore the first lyric? ^_~

And this is my Ophelia/Horatio song... um. Shhh.

I am not sure I have anything else to say. I strung basil leaves to-day to hang over the stove, with pink thread; and tried to organise a little of the spice cabinet. We have pretty things in the spice cabinet.

Mum loves the Postal Service. I made her a CD of all the songs I have. ^_^;;;

--Oh, and I organised my socks on the desperateWiki to-day! Yes. Since it's all outdated--but now it's fixed. ^__^ So perhaps I have not been utterly useless to-day...

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[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wicked. though you have to admit, horatio does look hip ... ... imean. (it's for his nerves, probably. he should stick to tea.)

it's generally a bad idea to use socks for smelling salts. ^_^

:3 :D they all still liked each other at wittenberg, didn't they? that makes ros happy. even if he is hopeless at academia, and probably copying guildenstern's notes. <333333 (heads! ^_^ ... oh, wait.)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

...Yes, he does. XD (Exactly! Cigarettes will settle his nerves permanently...! *dramatic whoosh*)

...I suppose. But they would do the smelling part rather well, wouldn't they!

They diiiiiid. Wobble. Ohhh, Ros, how I love you too much to say. (Quick, quick, which is what before I tell you how it landed?)

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

and the top hat! (XD XD too true, too true.)

well, i don't know about that. ros smells sort of salt-and-cinnamon-y.

... don't love him, scold him. and tell him to pay attention in class instead of making mobius strips. (miss hero, heads?)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Top hat, white tie, and tails! ^________^ (Exceedingly true. *hand on heart*)

Does he really? *beams* Well, he would manage the salt part, then--

I caaaaaaan't. (...Good Christ. It came down heads.)

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

fred astaire -- but not the taking back sunday song. (how smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience -- wait.)

yes, but enough so to wake you up?

siiigh. i suppose we'll have to ask guil to scold him, then. (... strawberries it is, then.)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course -- why not? (That's right, it ought to...!)

...If I got to snuggle him it would probably work.

Guil won't mind too terribly, will he? (So it would seem. O_O That was impressive.)

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

because -- if the postal service wrote a song titled 'i am fred astaire' it would be a lot cooler. *biased* (what, just because i killed my brother and married my sister-in-law? ... you didn't hear that.)

don't go fainting just to snuggle ros. even though he's probably good at it. sponges are fluffy.

i expect it's rather routine by now. (:D :D would you expect anything less?)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

...It would be very marvellous, I think. (Are you sure you didn't kill your sister and marry your brother-in-law?)

Bweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Can't I please?

Rather. (^_^ Not from Rosencrantz and thee!)

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

we should write them a letter. (... what if i did both?)

... well, if you really want to.

:D :D XD (quite.)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Let's, yes! ^__________^ (...POLYGAMY.)

*swoons*

<3333333 (^____^)

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

... writing a letter to the postal service. ha. i kill me. (adulterate, incestous polygamy, no less.)

ros: *ohgoodnesscatches* you all right, miss?

*grabs a heart-balloon and floats*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

...You kill me, too. XD They can give it to themselves. (Odd's bodikins!)

*smiles faintly* I think I've--think I've come over--

*waves!*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

unless they just end up in a neverending cycle of giving it to the post to give to the post to give it to ... actuallyi'mjustsilly. (that sounds uncomfortable.)

ros: come over what? *obliviousblink* but oh, do be careful, miss -- ! you gave me a bit of a fright, you know, and i'm not even the one who fell over, am i --

*blowskisses*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

That would also make a good song, I think. And rather like them. (...It does, rather.)

Come over a bit faint-- I say, may I smell your hair? It'd make me feel a bit better, I expect--

*blushes*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

and it would be a metaphor for new love somehow. or lost love, depending. (the question is, can you made a quietus with an odd's bodikin?)

ros: my hair? well, i suppose so, but -- *puzzled a bit* my hair?

^___^<3

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

That's very true, isn't it? Somehow--yes. Love lost in a mailbox, or new love coming in envelopes-- (Can you?)

^____^ Your hair!

<3333333333333! I say.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

or new love in an envelope, but you've forgotten the stamps -- (if you can make one with a rubick's cube -- hey, that's an old ros/guil in-joke.)

ros: well, i suppose so. *leans over somewhat* i didn't know my hair was good for that sort of thing.

do you? (: ~<3

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Or you'd forgotten that stamps are thirty-seven cents now, instead of thirty-five-- (As with most injokes, I don't get it. ^_^;;;;)

*leans forward and buries nose in his hair, and breathes inward dramatically* Mmmmmmm.

I say, you're quite--I say, I have purple band-aids, and I'm wearing one on my arm even though I haven't a cut. I just like the colour.

...I say, I rather love you.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

which is reasonable mistake to make, if a little whimsically tragic -- (-- as with most ros/guil injokes, i assure you that you wouldn't even get it if you did. that and love is england.)

ros: *smiles a bit, surprisingly blase about being smelled* oh? it does sound like a nice color, i suppose -- am i like bandaids, miss?

... which one?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Alas, alack, and willy wally? At least you can't go wrong with packages... (--Ah, good! But England doesn't exist. Does that mean love's a conspiracy?)

^___________^ a little. Mostly you just smell lovely, though.

UNUS NAUTA...! Both.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

the last lyric of the song, is that? (that's what ros was wondering rather. of course, guil said it was more like rome, didn't he, can't be built in a day --)

ros: oh -- i don't know about that. but then, i don't suppose i've ever checked, have i? but i don't know about that.

:D :D :P silly.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Right. ♥ (Ah, Guil's very clever--)

Haven't you ever checked? You do--lovely--salt and cinnamon.

Well, yes. Tria ex septum cives, tria cives, septum cives, septum ex civibus.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

^_^ love you. (-- that's what we think --)

ros: i don't think i've ever had salt and cinnamon together, at that. are you sure it's lovely?

latin again -- maybe that's the class ros is trying to get guil to skip --

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Love you more. (--is it not so, then?--)

Very sure. ^__________^

--If he is, it's very sensible of him--

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

impossible. (-- well, we're awfully biased.)

ros: i suppose i shall have to try it sometime, then. but, what ought i try it on? i can think of things that are good with salt, and things that are good with cinnamon, but what's good with both?

it's truancy, miss soujin. i can hear him now -- "well, it's a dead language, anyhow, isn't it -- i mean. we don't have to learn about dead people, do we? other than in histories, i mean --"