sabinelagrande | And I still don't know what the hell a torso boot is

While the subject material of this book I am reading for class is interesting, it is FOREVER LONG and I am tired of it. So, instead: Sabine and Lizzy Theatre!

::on the quest for silver hair dye::
Sabine: I WANNA LOOK LIKE SEPHIROTH. I feel like that needs to go on Fangirl Theatre.
Lizzy: But lately our Fangirl Theatre is mostly just things we want to do to Doc and Jackson.

Lizzy: I've never had a cavity.
Sabine: That's because you're a whore. I have cavities because I'm virtuous.
Lizzy: ::ded of laughter::
Sabine: ::prayer hands, gazing heavenwards:: I imagine that I look like Gaius Baltar when I do that.
Lizzy: ...You kind of do.

Sabine: Your dad misspelled Alderaan? HE'S FIRED.

Sabine: ::shaking Manhattans::
Lizzy: :: exclaims something about babies or some shit, unintelligible under the sound of the shaker::
Sabine: Sorry, I can't hear you. I'm too busy being single.

Sabine: I can't think of anything worse than using a Wartenberg wheel on my pastry.
Lizzy: I know. ::pause:: It doesn't make the right kind of holes for pastry.

::on the subject of those recurring arguments that have been declared off limits for everyone's safety::
Sabine: I feel like there are topics like that in all good relationships.
Lizzy: What's on our list?
Sabine: Mayonnaise.
Lizzy: I think white bread versus wheat bread is on there too. So basically, we just can't talk about sandwiches.

(4:58:10 PM) sabinelagrande: I am reading about self-flagellation and listening to Mors Syphilitica
(4:58:16 PM) sabinelagrande: this is the most goth moment in my entire life

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