Mel and me? We are Tabitha and Allen.
Y’know. If Tabs and Allen were the same gender and not going out. *grins* Details. Its amazing what they’ll do, isn’t it?
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Dude, you wanna check out some seriously asstacular fans? Go here. I find this really disturbing. I mean, personally, I never liked Jessica Simpson. It was nothing against her as a person, really, she was just one more perfect blonde pop princess at a time when there was an endless wave of them, and none of them were really different enough or talented enough to justify the whole thing. Add to it the fact that she was classified as “Christian pop” — an evil evil wrong bad E-V-I-L category if ever there was one — and that rather bizarre post-sex change feel she had to her, and I just really wanted nothing to do with her. But if you’re a fan, fucking be a fan. Does this mean you have to like everything they do? Hell, no. I adore u2. Edge is my fucking god and something about Bono’s voice can actually ease physical pain for me, but when POP came out, I wanted to cry and hide and set them on fire. Its a miserable album. Gloria fucking Estefan would be ashamed of that piece of cowflop, but I still loved them. Because I knew what they were capable of, what they had been and could be again, and so I shoved POP into my CD rack, never to be listened to again, and simply waited it out. But not once did I stop being a fan. Never did I think, “wow, Discotheque is a really balls song, so I’m going to just get rid of my u2 jacket.” And when the posters finally came down, it was only because I had others I wanted on the walls more. Am I their greatest fan? I sincerely doubt it. But I am a goddamn F-A-N and one artistic hiccup is not going to send me packing. So why, if you love someone enough to start a site on them on the first place, would you abandon it, and them, just because they have one little song that wasn’t what you expected? Or because they grew up and realized that y’know, sometimes they want to show some leg, or a little cleavage, and that having religion doesn’t mean that you can’t appear in a men’s magazine looking sexy? Grow up. Jessica certainly did. And god help her, stuck with “fans” like you.
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Uploaded the new sacrificial PIZZA because I just need something to be different, and I’m tired of trying to figure out javascript, when I fucking hate the stuff, anyway. This just kind of reinforced it. And oddly, the more frustrated I got with my failure, the less the whole “opens a new window” thing seemed to bother me….
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*bounces* Queer as Folk! And JUSTIN! And he’s looking all awake and healthy and Justin-y again! And okay, not acting entirely Justin-y, but dude, he had his head opened with a baseball bat, what do you expect? And Michael and David broke up (can I get a “WOOHOO!”?) and aaw, Ted’s still sad about Blake, but Em got some, and the lezzies are being so cute!, and Brian actually admitted to caring for Justin. He used the words, even! O.O From Brian, that’s practically a proclamation of undying love. *hugs self, humming* I fucking love this show. Its so…. *squeals happily* And y’know, when Justin finds out his mom told Brian to never see him again, there’s going to be some bloodshed. And I can’t wait to see it. ^_____^
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Dontcha love it when online stores are all, “oh, you’re looking for this? Ya, we got dat.” And then you get to the checkout and find out no, they fucking do not, its on special/backorder. >.< Just fackin' tell us on the page itself, ya cunts! Sweet jeez..... But, hey, maybe I’m being pissy because I have a new layout all planned for sacrificial PIZZA, and the only thing tripping me up is that I can’t figure out how to make the frick-fracking java script do what I want. I….argh. And you know things are going particularly well when I start morphing “fuck” into other words. Just friggin’ dandy. Fucking shoot me.
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Y’know, as helpful as sites like O-town Central are when you’re looking for skinnable pics of an entire group….the whole “every section has its own design” shit needs to die a painful, gruesome death, the likes of which would make even the FX crew from Event Horizon physically ill. I mean, its one thing if we’re talking about a collective, where each directory is in fact its own site generally bearing little to no relation to any of the others. But when the directories are simply just ways for the webmaster to keep the files and sections neat and orderly, it just becomes annoying, and stupid, and oh, yes, annoying as fucking get out. Also? Unless you’re using dark shades of it…red is a monstrously bad choice for a color scheme. sounds like joy division, “atmosphere”
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*hums* I’d sing Auld Lang Syne, but I don’t know the words. Or even if I’ve spelled it correctly. Ah, well. New Year’s Eve went verra nicely, if uneventfully. Watched the MTV New Year’s show with my dad. We made fun of a lot of the performers, and talked about how Jamie Pressly was going to come down with pnuemonia after spending three hours in front of a wall of windows wearing a shirt cut down to her navel. We also talked about scummy Justin Timberlake was looking, and he let me bitch about Lance being shoved into the background in yet another video. And after seeing an ad for Black Hawk Down — Ewan! ….and when did Josh Hartnett become War Movie Guy? — we sat and talked about weird war stuff and bitched about Pearl Harbor being a romance when it could’ve been a really cool war flick. And then, after the New Year’s hugs, which are probably my favorite part of the holiday, we watched an old rerun of Star Trek: TNG, and we made fun of large parts of that, as well. My dad came up with the lovely idea that the reason they had such a hard time bringing Picard back from being Locutus, was because he knew Seven of Nine was out there, and didn’t want to come back and deal with Troi’s useless ass when he could go make time with Cyber Barbie. ^__^ I love how my dad thinks sometimes, I really do. So. Like I said, HIGHLY uneventful, but relaxing and unstressful, and that’s all I really want from a holiday, anyway. Hope y’all’s New Year’s Eve went as shibbily, and as my mom says every year when the ball drops, “may this year be better than the last.” A-fucking-men.
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*jumps about like a jackhammer on crack* Hahaha!!!! It is MINE!! Heh. ^^; So, um. There’s this company, called Blue Box Toys, right? And they make some truly awesome toys…such as the 12-inch articulated Raziel doll. And if you ask me who Raziel is, I’ll stare at you in silence for five minutes before closing my eyes, shaking my head, and saying, “Oh, you poor child.” Anyway. Blue Box also makes a line of fully-articulated, heavily armed, really cool femmes called the Cy Girls, one of which is P-E-R-F-E-C-T to use for a custom Claire Redfield doll. *grins* Guess where a good chunk of my Christmas money just went. They also have one that would make for an excellent Jill Valentine, and another for a so-so version of DinoCrisis‘ Regina. But, ah, as you may have surmised from the decor, I’m a bit of a Claire tramp. Oooh, “surmised.” Aren’t I just verbose. Well…not for that, but, um….BWAHAHA! XD sounds like backstreet boys, “the call” … aka, the “i’m not cheating on you yet, but once i hang up the phone…..oh, yeah” song
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Okay, so…apparently Blogger was hacked. *twitch* They’re reccommending you change your FTP password if you kept a record of it here, just in case. Which is good and fine and wise, and sucks righteously. I just really don’t feel digging out the URL for account maintenance, and going thru eighty “that certificate has expired” windows and then waiting an eon for it to load, and changing the password, and waiting an eon for the logout to load, and then hoping to god I can actually remember the password and/or that I typed it correctly. What I would really like to do is talk to Des, and have a soda, and maybe curl up and watch my boys make asses of themselves on stage for a couple hours. Because really, what the hell is “Justin’s Beat Box” anyway, and why do all the slash girls seem to think its a _really_ _good_ _thing_?
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