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Tomorrow is my best friend‘s birthday. I probably won’t get to see her, because she lives, like, forty minutes away, and I have neither car nor license, but I do have a chiropractor’s appointment…which, for once, I violently don’t want to go to. I’m just tired. And I miss her. And I want to give […]
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*blinks quietly for several minutes before beating Blogger’s ass with a rubber hose*
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Saturday, while we were at the Giant, I picked up a copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, because the guy who does Real Life really, really liked the books, and he likes a disturbing number of the same things that Amelia and I do. Also, they had it in paperback, with a semi-sane […]
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Tiring weekend. Tiring, tiring. Spent six hours yesterday running around, shopping and what not. Then we ran around for a couple hours today, again with the shopping and what not. It all seemed more productive at the time than it does now. Altho, yesterday I did finish fixing the Chris Kirkpatrick skin, and did a […]
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So. Yesterday afternoon, I finished Wufei’s pants. *does a dance* I probably would’ve had them done sooner, but 1) I procrastinate like all get out, and 2) I sew by hand, and for some reason I can only really get into sewing if I’m partially distracted. Wufei’s pants were constructed thru six hours of anime […]
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^_^ Des is awesome. *snuggles*
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I will pay you to visit skin me…. Fuck you, I’m serious. *sighs* People used to go. And like…like it. There were signatures in the guestbook, and requests and shite like that. And then Animenetwork become the uber-suck, and I spent about five months flipflopping on where to move it to, and hating every design […]
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And once again Joss Whedon proves that yes, he must be destroyed at all costs, and I prove that no, I do not have any soul to speak of, but thank you for asking. Its just…the Buffy/Spike kissing thing. I’m sorry, I have tried to simply wait it out, but the whole Spike-loves-Buffy thing is […]
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Added a desktop cap to the “of the now” thingee on the side. I can honestly say that it does not begin to capture the true obsessive horror of my computer. No…no, that can not truly be understood until you encounter an error, and La’s voice comes over the speakers telling you that “I get […]
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*stares at previous entry for a long moment* Well, um. That was, uh. Different. I don’t usually post my own poetry to the blog…course, its been a long time since I could actually write poetry. Still, yesterday pretty much blew chunks, so that’s probably why. My mom was like, the über-cool, tho. She saw how […] |
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