You know, this kind of works for me.

[constance]

Lifted from xanthophylippa:

On the twelfth day of Christmas, tofty sent to me...

Twelve stripey socks drumming

Eleven dead-end jobs piping

Ten limes a-leaping

Nine footnotes meandering

Eight symbiosis a-pinwheeling

Seven behind-the-scenes a-puddlejumping

Six secrets a-palavering

Five fe-e-e-elix felicis

Four wax lips

Three messenger bags

Two sleepy boys

...and a solitude in a mary flannery.

Get your own Twelve Days:

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[octoberstory.livejournal.com]

Twelve hating sundays drumming
Eleven old notebooks piping
Ten tiny gestures a-leaping
Nine trivialities dancing
Eight grownups a-milking
Seven monograms a-swimming
Six sweets a-laying
Five co-o-o-onfessional letters
Four yellow handbags
Three mood pieces
Two rabbit songs
...and a nolanverse in an a good story

[tofty.livejournal.com]

Ten tiny gestures a-leaping

Nice oxymoron, random generator! :D

Hey. Hey. I have been meaning to send you a seductive text, because I want you to sign up for facebook if you haven't already so that I can stalk you.

[octoberstory.livejournal.com]

I love you so goddamn much. Doesn't stalking imply lack of familiarity?

*dies*

I'll go look at facebook. Is it less ugly and absurd than myspace? *is curmudgeonly*

[tofty.livejournal.com]

It is marginally less ugly and absurd than myspace. Well, there's some absurdity involved, mostly to do with the fact that I'm suddenly in daily observation, however distant, of people I haven't otherwise seen or spoken to in 20 years. So in that sense, kind of shockingly absurd.