bhanesidhe: (Big Loan)
bhanesidhe ([personal profile] bhanesidhe) wrote2007-11-15 05:29 pm
Entry tags:

Spread love like a virus.

[livejournal.com profile] glockgal is conducting an "Artist Love" meme. I'm participating because I can't think of a legitimate reason not to. Lots of artists, lots to love... and frankly I could do with some of that right now.

And what's more fun that telling people you adore them, especially when it sometimes includes random unintelligible squees about porn.

3 "Yay"s for Awkward Affections!

(Anonymous) 2007-11-16 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
I know I've been pretty absent - [insert whole list of unimportant reasons here] - but don't you be thinking that I've forgotten that you're awesome.

Because I haven't; and you are.

xx

[identity profile] abrexis.livejournal.com 2007-11-16 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
That would make more sense had I remembered to sign in. See absence note. xxx

[identity profile] bhanesidhe.livejournal.com 2007-11-16 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
I've missed you. Honest I have. *clings*

[identity profile] abrexis.livejournal.com 2007-11-17 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
cling away! I've missed you too. What's been going on? Do you perchance have any plans to visit the UK? I'm doing an exam at the moment - I've a 6000 word essay to write about Chaucer. I feel a bit brain dead. xxx

[identity profile] bhanesidhe.livejournal.com 2007-11-19 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
mmmmChaucer sounds delicious. Things are pretty fucking hectic here but I'm in a re-grouping stage. Hopefully I'll come away being more artful and productive but I don't want to jinx it. Mind you, if the scheme I'm brewing does come to fruition it would include an art show 'al la val' in London somewheres, I'd expect you to attend of course.

[identity profile] abrexis.livejournal.com 2007-11-19 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
!!!! ART SHOW !!! That's fucking amazing. Of course I'd attend. I'd do the whole thing and smarm about talking about how I know the artist. 'Ah yes, her marlot* period' I shall say with a knowing air.

Chaucer sounds delicious, but hates me with a passion. He refuses to be written about. So I spent a lot of time gibbering in the library and staring blankly ahead of me, paralysed by the sheer weight of how much I've to do and how little I've done.

*Don't worry, I just made this word up.