Stolen from many, but most recently, jenfold.

Step 1: Put your iTunes or equivalent on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 50 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Bold/Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 4: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING.

Most of my shit should be recognisable. (I have a fair bit of musical comedy on here, just so you know.)


Some of the first lines are a wee bit telltale, now that I think of it.

Please tell me you've had a Fruche before. They're kind of like a cross between yoghurt and custard and cream cheese. They make the most amazing "schloop" noise when you withdraw a spoon from them. Anyway, they're just great. I am kind of upset now, because I went to the fridge so as to give my title some truth, and it turns out someone has eaten the last one.

But now I am smiling again, as I remember what happened when I was walking home yesterday, past all these people's houses, and managed to hear some guy with a very loud voice singing along to Kylie's "Can't Get You Outta My Head." I stood outside his house and listened until the song finished. I don't know what chain of events would have occured in order for such a wondrous thing to occur, whether he was showering or cleaning or just fucking LOVES Kylie, but I love it when stuff like that happens.

Oh, and I would like to express my sudden ferocious lust for Rik Mayall in Drop Dead Fred. Which is strange, because as I've grown up watching British comedy (THANK YOU AWESOME PARENTS), I've grown up watching him in Bottom and The Young Ones and not found him the slightest bit attractive, but now that I see DDF...I think I'm in love. I think he may have replaced Bob Fossil on the top of Darkling's Fantastic People to Take to The Formal List. 

And, in closing,  here's something to make you laugh. What's the point of me having a passport photo like this? Doesn't France have a no-crackwhore policy?

You know what? I wish I was a character in a Victoria Frances painting. All I would have to do would be stand around in a corset, occasionally exchanging a blood-spattered kiss with a similarly attired young lass in a forest or a pond. Playing the violin in a graveyard from time to time. Looking all mournful in a wood. That sort of thing. I'd be good at that.

But no, I have to study for Legal and feed my guinea pig. I don't know why. I don't want to be a lawyer, that's for sure. And I'm half-hoping the sweet little thing carks it soon. I've wanted a rat since before my tenth birthday, when I got a guinea pig instead. Oh, why must you defy death, Sparky darling?

Um, this is my first post, by the way. Hope I haven't fucked it up. Am I allowed to say fuck here? It's not like anyone's looking. I don't have any friends yet or anything. I'm still figuring out the do's and don'ts of livejournal. Tell me if I've made a right balls-up of things, won't you?

(and I'm not referring to anyone in particular. um, mainly because i have no friends as of yet. go darkling. oh that's right. you can call me darkling or darklittlegoose or Cecile. Cecile in particular, because it's my name.)