Augh televisions everywhere

When I take over the world it will mostly just involve headphones.

What even brought this on?

ladyringolane is having a grande mal emo-zure in there. She woke me up a while ago playing something about girlfriends and the color brown, and just now it was "Iris" (which she claims is the world's emo-est song) and then something really loud with a hoarse guy yelling stuff*.

Yet even over this, I could hear her pounding on her keyboard, having been spurred on to a pivotal emotional point in her latest story about gay cowboys in Nazi Germany who own restaurants in the rain.**

Go, ladyringolane, go! Ganbatte, imouto! Fight! Show the rest of Fanfiction.net who's boss.

And turn down the volume at some point before I go back to bed, please, I'm still looking over my shoulder thinking a girlfriend is breaking into the house to steal all our brown.

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* It wasn't Conor Oberst; unbeknownst to many, Oberst suffered a tragic marching band accident in his youth that permanently shattered his yellin' bone. With access to today's cutting-edge technologies, he might have recovered - but physical therapy was not as advanced a discipline in early-80's Whingeiana as it is today, and the treatment he received basically just consisted of being slapped for forty-five minutes each day. It was later determined that this has no real medical value.

** This sentence may not accurately describe my sister's oeuvre; it may, rather, stem from a hallucination induced by being woken up all of a sudden.