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Permalink C: apparently i’m gay. very gay. nice to know. all these years i thought i was just “flexible.”
K: hee
C: ^^;;
C: and apparently i’m going to marry demi moore and run for president against shannen doherty……so i guess that makes me really really really very gay.
K: demi huh that craddle robbing skank
C: dude, i have to say? she does nothing for me. i’m guessing its a marriage of convenience. everyone forgets that she fucked ashton kutcher, and i get a payroll for my campaign
Permalink *sings* I’m so boring, how boring am I? I’m so boring, how boring am I? This boring —
Yeah, I know. But its either pimping i-squads, or babble about how my new mattress is like, the basatard child of a mountain. Or possibly play FF1. Ooooooh…. *wanders off*
sounds like tori amos, “silent all these years”
Permalink Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fucking fuckety fuck.
Its the sixfuckingteenth. Which means the BT deadline’s in two days. Which means I’m a complete asshole, because guess what I don’t have?
Gsmngksngkdnvm, zxmgnsdkvnlzsmvlsmvlsdngkndsgkmsdlgmsdlhndksn.
Permalink One Hour Photo is really disturbing.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
Permalink Because I’m a dork. And Michi is a goddess. Who is, apparently, forcing me to watch TRL to see her, so evil, but a goddess, nonetheless.
And y’know, speaking of Michi, someone needs to make a Michi Mah Jongg. Because, yes.
Permalink Someone needs to come and explain to me all the reasons why I can’t run my own challenge. Beginning and ending with my horribly fucking overdue APG fic, and my due-in-two-weeks BT fic.
Both of which are, y’know, happening. *rolls eyes*
Freakishly, I’m not actually worried about either, I’m just kind of irritated.
I miss Amelia.
sounds like britney spears, “me against the music (live)”
Permalink Dad gets his pacemaker tomorrow. Today. Whatever. I got him a little Cheer Bear plushie because I am that big of a dork.
On a “well isn’t that something” note, my DVD player does not want to work with the big TV in the living room, only the little TV downstairs. Veeeeeeery interesting….but stupid.
*sighs* I should start on my BT fic. Cause, seriously, the APG is going nowhere. Probably ever. Feh.
Permalink I HAVE A DVD PLAYER! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I see many, many watchings of The Reel Nsync in my future, oh yes. Yeeeeesssssssssss. My preciouuuuuuussssssss.
Dork? Me? Pfft.
Permalink Greatest Journal is tempting me. Mainly because all those user pictures makes it the perfect fic journal for a psychotic fuck like me who tends to have great broad universes instead eeny beeny one-shots.
Of course, if my brain did work in one shots, I might actually get things done now and then.
I’m can’t believe I’m so late with my APG fic, man. Its. None of the muses want it. Or, really, none of them want to work at all. The only one who seems inclined to do anything is the Justin!muse, and he doesn’t seem to want any part of “Breathe.” He’s definitely waiting for something, tho. He’s been wanting me to come play with him since the Walk Away challenge. He’s shit out of luck, tho, because he is getting no time until I have done the APG and the BT, and Nick and Lance have already laid claim to the BT.
You want me to write you, Justin? Get your scrawny muse ass out here and give me a fic to go with “Breathe,” already.
Permalink Bored. Getting our little taste of Isabelle tonight/tomorrow. Hoofuckingray.
How evil are you?
Bleh. Aleve makes me tired, yo.
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