Goodbye LJ...
Feb. 20th, 2006 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwaterThis is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.
So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;
Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!
♥
So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;
Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!
♥
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Re: Buy Your Love
Date: 2006-02-21 03:59 am (UTC)[Trowa opens his front door, intending to go out and pick up the paper. He stops short in the doorway as the scene registers on him; Quatre is standing in the front yard, waving to him happily. He's surrounded by wire cages, an entire menagerie of various wild and exotic beasts. Quatre beams proudly, the camels bray, the monkeys chitter, and the peacocks cry. Trowa quickly shuts and locks the door.]
And if I had a million dollars
(If I had a a million dollars)
Well, I'd buy you John Merrick's remains
(Ooh, all them crazy elephant bones)
[Dejected, Quatre sits on the front lawn, surrounded by animal cages, and looks up at Trowa's apartment window. Despite the impeccable breeding of his animals, or so the vendors assured him, Trowa doesn't seem impressed.]
And If I had a million dollars I'd buy your love
[He glances around at Trowa's apartment building, looking for inspiration. He sees Trowa's moped leaning in a corner of the parking lot, and snaps his fingers. Of course!]
If I had a million dollars
We wouldn't have to walk to the store
[The next day, Trowa walks out of his apartment to find a sparkly brand new Rolls Royce sitting in the driveway. There's a large ribbon perched on top of the car, with a note reading "For Trowa, With Love Quatre." He looks at it for a moment, then goes over to his moped and climbs on. Crushed, Quatre nearly falls out of the tree he was hiding in.]
If I had a million dollars
No, we'd take a limousine 'cause it costs more
[A few days later, Quatre has ambushed Trowa and dragged him out on a date, to La Grenouille Gloutonne, the city's finest French restaurant. Trowa sits at the table, menu in hand and eyes glazed over.]
If I had a million dollars
We wouldn't have to eat Kraft Dinner
[Quatre gets involved in an animate discussion with the waiter over the year and quality of the wines. Trowa takes a sip of his water.]
But we would eat Kraft Dinner...
Of course we would, we'd just eat more
[Eventually, the waiter comes around to take their order. After much consideration,
Re: Buy Your Love
Date: 2006-02-21 03:59 am (UTC)And buy really expensive ketchups with it
That's right, all the fanciest ke... dijon ketchups!
[Trowa orders a sandwich.]
Mmmmmm, Mmmm-Hmmm
[Quatre sits at his dining table, pouting despondently at the enormous pile of mail which has been returned, unopened. He's starting to get the feeling that Trowa doesn't really want to go out with him. Suddenly, his eyes light up as a possible explanation occurs to him. Of course!]
If I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
[Trowa contemplates the pros and cons of answering the doorbell. On one hand, he almost certainly doesn't want to see what's out there. On the other hand, he doesn't think that Quatre's going to stop ringing the doorbell and calling to him until he does.]
Well, I'd buy you a green dress
(But not a real green dress, that's cruel)
[Quatre's standing on his front porch, wearing a sparkly green dress, a curly red wig, and a lot of makeup. He smiles at Trowa, fluttering his eyelashes. Trowa slams the door shut, locks it, throws the bolt, and presses his back against it. He felt the sudden need to take a long shower and possibly scrub his eyeballs.]
And if I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
[Back at his house, Quatre scowls determinedly as he makes his orders. He'll get Trowa to love him if it's the last thing he does, if it takes every penny he has! As an afterthought, he goes and changes out of the dress.]
Well, I'd buy you some art
(A Picasso or a Garfunkel)
[Trowa surveys the chaos in his apartment with a calm, deliberate air. Going to his bathroom window, he opens it and pokes his head out to see Quatre standing anxiously on his lawn, looking up at him.]
If I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
Re: Buy Your Love
Date: 2006-02-21 03:59 am (UTC)And buy really expensive ketchups with it
That's right, all the fanciest ke... dijon ketchups!
[Trowa orders a sandwich.]
Mmmmmm, Mmmm-Hmmm
[Quatre sits at his dining table, pouting despondently at the enormous pile of mail which has been returned, unopened. He's starting to get the feeling that Trowa doesn't really want to go out with him. Suddenly, his eyes light up as a possible explanation occurs to him. Of course!]
If I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
[Trowa contemplates the pros and cons of answering the doorbell. On one hand, he almost certainly doesn't want to see what's out there. On the other hand, he doesn't think that Quatre's going to stop ringing the doorbell and calling to him until he does.]
Well, I'd buy you a green dress
(But not a real green dress, that's cruel)
[Quatre's standing on his front porch, wearing a sparkly green dress, a curly red wig, and a lot of makeup. He smiles at Trowa, fluttering his eyelashes. Trowa slams the door shut, locks it, throws the bolt, and presses his back against it. He felt the sudden need to take a long shower and possibly scrub his eyeballs.]
And if I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
[Back at his house, Quatre scowls determinedly as he makes his orders. He'll get Trowa to love him if it's the last thing he does, if it takes every penny he has! As an afterthought, he goes and changes out of the dress.]
Well, I'd buy you some art
(A Picasso or a Garfunkel)
[Trowa surveys the chaos in his apartment with a calm, deliberate air. Going to his bathroom window, he opens it and pokes his head out to see Quatre standing anxiously on his lawn, looking up at him.]
If I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
Re: Buy Your Love
Date: 2006-02-21 03:59 am (UTC)Well, I'd buy you a monkey
(Haven't you always wanted a monkey)
[He vanishes for a moment, and Quatre dares to hope. But he reappears a minute later, and returns with the struggling form of the tame Himalayan chimpanzee tied up in a net. It lands on the lawn, struggles free, screeches at Quatre, and scampers away into the trees.]
If I had a million dollars
I'd buy your love
[Dejected and rejected, Quatre's shoulders slumped as he walks away from Trowa's apartment. Slowly he walks down the road, head hanging, when his gaze falls on something growing by the roadside.]
If I had a million dollars
[In his apartment, Trowa is just getting settled in when the doorbell rings again. He heaves an exasperated sigh as he gets up to answer it, wondering what crazy extravagant gift the blond maniac will offer him this time.]
If I had a million dollars
[He opens his door to reveal Quatre, his hand-tailored three-piece suit dusty from walking. In his hands is clutched a small bundle of raggedy daisies.]
If I had a million dollars
[Trowa looks from the flowers to Quatre, who smiles hopefully, holding out the pathetic offering.]
If I had a million dollars
[After a minute, a slight answering smile appears on Trowa's lips, and he takes the flowers from Quatre's hands.]
If I had a million dollars...
[A bright grin breaks on Quatre's face, and as Trowa moves aside he bounces into the apartment. Trowa shuts the door behind him.]
...I'd be rich.
~owari~
Re: Buy Your Love
Date: 2006-02-21 03:59 am (UTC)Well, I'd buy you a monkey
(Haven't you always wanted a monkey)
[He vanishes for a moment, and Quatre dares to hope. But he reappears a minute later, and returns with the struggling form of the tame Himalayan chimpanzee tied up in a net. It lands on the lawn, struggles free, screeches at Quatre, and scampers away into the trees.]
If I had a million dollars
I'd buy your love
[Dejected and rejected, Quatre's shoulders slumped as he walks away from Trowa's apartment. Slowly he walks down the road, head hanging, when his gaze falls on something growing by the roadside.]
If I had a million dollars
[In his apartment, Trowa is just getting settled in when the doorbell rings again. He heaves an exasperated sigh as he gets up to answer it, wondering what crazy extravagant gift the blond maniac will offer him this time.]
If I had a million dollars
[He opens his door to reveal Quatre, his hand-tailored three-piece suit dusty from walking. In his hands is clutched a small bundle of raggedy daisies.]
If I had a million dollars
[Trowa looks from the flowers to Quatre, who smiles hopefully, holding out the pathetic offering.]
If I had a million dollars
[After a minute, a slight answering smile appears on Trowa's lips, and he takes the flowers from Quatre's hands.]
If I had a million dollars...
[A bright grin breaks on Quatre's face, and as Trowa moves aside he bounces into the apartment. Trowa shuts the door behind him.]
...I'd be rich.
~owari~