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Permalink Hrm. So, if I run my LJ name thru, I get Devil. My real name gets this. Probably be immensely lame and run my Blurty name next. Wow, the excitment.
Permalink Chiropractor’s tomorrow.
So at the very least, I should have a few minutes of comfort and joy.
And, y’know. Then the world will kick in.
But. Still.
Permalink Part of my brain wants to do a JCish version of the much-loved psychotic break that was bAoi‘s third layout, for his birthday. Luckily, I’m not a JC fangirl, and don’t actually know when his birthday is.
Altho, really, you’d think being JC, I’d know anyway….
Permalink My face hurts. And I miss Melly. And the maternal unit. And an army of fuckwads are coming to see the house between 5 and 8 tonight.
On the upside, skin me… is all Shakirafied, now.
Permalink There is no good reason for me to like Surf Girls. There isn’t.
………wet slinky girls in bikinis is not a good reason, dammit!
Permalink Michael: I’ll stop talking now if you want
Catt: nah, its cool. if you do that, i’ll start doing scary things like popstar layouts and composing Ruben/Lance porn in my head
Michael: *brain melts*
Catt: *lol*
Michael: *dead mikey*
Catt: 
Michael: *ghost mikey* Ruben bad.
Catt: *tiny voice* i like ruben, he’s cool
Michael: sorry it was the thought of him doing lance or vice versa. kinda scary that.
Catt: mmm. it helps if you focus on writhing la-chan.
Michael: that would do it.
Permalink 
You are Cypher, from “The Matrix.”
Selfish, disllusioned, you are misguided at times.
You deviate from the “right” path.
What Matrix Persona Are You?
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Permalink Only one more episode after tonight, and then we can all sit back and erase the horror from our minds.
……………this is going to blow so many diseased goats, yo.
Permalink Watched Catch Me If You Can last night with my mom. It was pretty good. Abagnale had balls of steel, yo. And. Genuis of a very strange kind. Which is the kind of genuis I like most, anyways.
Hm. Anyway. Got bored, went here, took the Are You a Hit-Obsessed Weblogger? quiz, because I’m that cool. And that bored. I scored ten out of a hundred, which means precisely dick, but translates to this:
10 points is in the 0 through 19 precent
TYPE I (HIT-IGNORANT). You don’t care much about hits because you don’t do the weblog thing for an audience. You do it for yourself. If other people like what you write, that’s cool. If not, you don’t give a damn as long as you’re having fun. You don’t think anyone would be interested in what you have to say anyway.
That’s probably one of the most accurate tests I’ve ever taken. Not nearly as entertaining as the boyband bodyparts quizzes, tho. *lol*
sounds like shedaisy, “lucky 4 you (tonight i’m just me)”
Permalink I’m trying to tell myself that soft pretzels are not an acceptable dinner, but myself doesn’t seem to be listening.
sounds like brian littrell, “one last cry (live)”
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