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Me is a sickie. Bleh. On the upside, skin me… is all shiny and new. *purrs* Eck. Methinks me is going to go eat, and then sleep. Yeah. Sounds like a plan. Happy Solstice, y’all, a bit late, and happy whatever the hell else you celebrate. Good resties and nice-nice dreams to all my beloveds. *blows a kiss, then toddles off towards the kitchen, clutching JuJu Bear*
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WOO! I finally finally finally got the new layout for “skin me…” done. And the funny thing is, it looks almost exactly like the sketch I did last month when I was trying to figure out what I wanted. *grins and bounces* Now if I could only figure out what to write for the main menu. *whimpers and drops head onto desk* I’m too tired for this shit….
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I woke up this morning ……alright, no. But you know what’s so? Today is MEGGER’S BIRTHDAY!!! *throws streamers and confetti, looses hundreds of balloons and wheels out a cake* Wheeee! Meggy! So how old are you now, sweetie? Cause if its a big one, I’m gonna have to break out the ice cream and strippers, too….
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Its my mommy’s bithday today. *sucks thumb* She’s this many! *pulls a string and hoarde of foam fingers rains down from the ceiling* Hehe. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOMMY! WO AI NI!!
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I am a tomato. I am indecisive and sometimes pretend to be something I am not. I am unpredictable. What fruit are you? *blinks quietly for several minutes before belching*
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Its weird how, when I get in a fic-reading mood, I will put up with a lot of badness to satisify it, but then I find these strange little things that I just can not seem to handle. At the moment, I’m in a BSB slash place, and don’t ask me why, because I don’t know, and I don’t want to, but I’m reading a fic, a series, no less, that is bad, oh, its so bad. There’s spelling problems, and punctuation problems, and grammar problems, and fucking vocabulary problems…I almost want to think that English is a second or third (or fucking eighth) language for the author, but I know people who aren’t native to the language, and their grammar/vocab problems are entirely different from the ones this person has. I can’t even say the premise is good, really, cause its kind of shaky, and not playing out that interestingly, so again, not sure why I’m still reading, except possibly I’m just that damn stubborn. But what keeps killing me, and is driving me so nuts that I’m babbling all this, is their insistence on referring to Kevin Richardson’s eyes as “sapphire green.” >.< Ok, first? NO. Just...how does one come under the delusion that sapphire is a shade of green? I suppose I could flinch and tell myself that they've just confused sapphires and emeralds -- as painful as THAT would be — but…his eyes aren’t emerald, either. Now, peridot, maybe. So…pale, peircing green, confused with rich, vibrant blue. How…how does that fucking happen? I…shoot me, why am I still fucking reading this?!?
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Everytime I think I’m the dumbest mofo on the planet, someone goes out of their way to prove me wrong. Jesus H Fucking Christ on a retarded pony. I…ow, alright? Just fucking OW. In high school I used to have this saying, “Sometimes I think the world should just blow up…but then something good comes on the radio.” Now, its, “Sometimes I think. The world should just blow up.”
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OI! Somebody fuckin’ hug me, alright? Cause…its just not going, and I want it to go, and when images stand up and say, “Dude. I’m the one. Use me” they should then fucking co-operate in the using. *growls and burns Brian Littrell in effigy* *glower-pouts* I want a Coke. And gum. And boyband slash. And I want my frick-fracking H-U-G!! ……jeezus, now I’m using “frick-fracking” in sentences. Shoot me, stuff me, mount me.
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You could try and tell me that he isn’t Wufei made flesh…but I won’t believe you. *grins* The things we find looking for skinnable images, ne, minna? And that is not the only proof I have, either. I have other images that imply that Howie D is in fact Wu-chan. And contemplate his work environment for a moment, if you will. He’s one of a team of five, who are rarely if ever seen seperately, and then not for long. He is the “huh? oh, yeah, he’s there, too” guy in his group. And the other members line up a bit better than they should, too. You’ve the got the blonde baby of the group (Quatre/Nick), the strong silent leader (Heero/Kevin), the wild crazy one (Duo/AJ), and the very private, slightly-disturbing one (Trowa/Brian). All leading us to one very scary, cosmically wrong conclusion: The Backstreet Boys are really Gundam Wing pilots. *chortles* I shouldn’t be allowed to think at six a.m., should I?
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Alright, so. Stuff. Got skins I should upload, but I’m not, because dammit, I want my next update to be a layout update cause I want “version Mile End” to go away. Which is especially odd because, hey, Ewan! and I really can’t tell you what my problem is with it. I honestly have no idea. And I think I remember liking it at one point. Altho to be honest, the only layouts I’m liking right now are the bAoi main, and this one. And Mel did this one. *sits staring blankly for a moment, then leans over and attempts to kill the sP layout* Jeez. I would suck cock for a Coke right now, I really would. And there are so many things wrong with that statement…. |
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