Um. I have no real explanation for this layout, except that its a cool picture of a cool scene, and Ron is the goddamn MAN, yo.
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Went to see the new Bond flick today, as my mother laid down new carpet in my bathroom, and decided she needed a treat afterwards. I enjoyed, and not just because we like Mr. Brosnan around here (and sweet jeez, we should all hope to look that good when we’re 51. Damn). There was also […]
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Boop. New layout at the homestead. You should go, and then compare it to the original image and then tell me how your brain folded in half trying to reconcile the two. *smiles sweetly*
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Once Michael and I have a joke, it just never dies, I swear. Meow: jc is flaming gay, yo Meow: ok, random, sorry Andy: perfectly okay. and I thought we already knew he was a flamer. Meow: this is true. but somehow he seems gayer now that he’s hanging out with tara reid. and like, […]
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So, I was thinking. Which is unusual, I know. However. Hate Christmas. Violently. Its the whole bleak-weepy effect it has on me. Not really into that, what can I say. So, yeah, thinking. Instead of attempting to make a list, and having to suffer through the gatherings and trying to act like I’m not a […]
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Andy: *hugs* what you doing? Meow: sitting in disbelief of the fact that justin may in fact be more talented than jc Andy: damn…….that’s um….hard to believe. Meow: i mean, jc is still the one with The Voice…..but apparently he’s gone insane. i…..wait. did he record this when lance was away? because……okay, if we can […]
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New layout at the homestead. Its, um. Not sane. Altho, I think its the 404 page that really worries me….
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I always seem to be the most reluctant to make a splash page when a layout REALLY fucking needs one. Like, if it will fit on 800+, I’ve got that splash done in two seconds. If you absolutely require 1024 and nothing else, or the site will look like complete ass and probably be unnavigatable…forget […]
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I fucking hate crying. Makes my stomach hurt.
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My insides feel all thick and gooey. I’m all heaving and tarlike at the same time, and I’m not making any sense, but this is what happens when I try to explain it. I’m sick inside with wanting to cry, and sick with not wanting to cry, and I think I hate myself for both. […] |
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