thirty2flavors: (the oncoming storm)
thirty2flavors ([personal profile] thirty2flavors) wrote2009-04-08 11:03 pm

how could this happen to meeeee?

I have just completed by last paper for my second year, and I thought I would celebrate by spamming your flists with more Very Important Polls.

[Poll #1380490]

I used a highly scientific method to determine the options you see before you. If you would like an option explained or would like to suggest one, you may say so. ENJOY.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_thirty2flavors/ 2009-04-10 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
RPF/"real person fiction" creeps me the fuck out, I find it so voyeuristic and just... all around... creepy. I am also quite perplexed by the idea of shipping real people. Especially if one of them is married with a newborn and a tattoo of her husband's name on her arm like a biker.

OMG I am so excited by that. I think we pissed them off with our fictional applications, they liked Dwight's but not Kelly's. I never did submit the Master's or the Doctor's because I figured the joke was getting old, but still, I loved how upset some people got.

I've decided sorting comms in general are full of shit. They all take themselves so seriously.

[identity profile] wild-sibyl.livejournal.com 2009-04-10 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
ooooooooooooooooooooo. I agree. Does she really have a tattoo like that. She is neat.

You should still do it. Whatever to pissing them off. Them who anyway? It's just a loose confederation of people who kind of have things in common, but not really. I'm going to sort the Master right into Hufflepuff, so that we can be friends and have evil dance parties together. Because he has STYLE and knows that life is wasted on the living.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_thirty2flavors/ 2009-04-10 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah on the inside of her arm. I didn't notice until someone posted some picture of her on my flist yesterday. I guess he has one as well.

Because he has STYLE and knows that life is wasted on the living.

LIRL you tell 'em, Master