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( Sep. 2nd, 2002 07:46 pm)
Presenting: Ilsa. Who is really impressively shy for being such a vicious little bitch.
bubosquared: (blah)
( Apr. 29th, 2002 10:48 am)
My ear hurts. Ow? My knee's mostly better, but still stiff and swollen-feeling. Ew. I hate my body.

Eeee! Nick! Cornrows! Glasses! *dies*

Also, [livejournal.com profile] katari, two new hackery: Frost and Sunday Morning.

Today, I shall make an attempt at installing an automated archive for RS-X. Amykins, hon, you'll help me out of I need it, right? (So if I dl a new trail version of ws_ftp, it ought to work?)

Must. Clean. Desk. Blar.

My cat's run away. I didn't close the front door properly yesterday, so when I opened the door of my flat to let her roam the hallway at night, she got out. :( Will put up flyers tomorrow, but. Yeah. Sigh.

Also, it seems the building's been sold. Not that anyone ever tells me anything about that. No, I just come home and see the "for sale" sign gone.

*kicks things*

I appear to be working on The Game. Seems aprropriate, considering my mood.

bubosquared: (work)
( Apr. 11th, 2002 11:11 pm)
I think I've lost my cat.

o_O

bubosquared: (work)
( Apr. 8th, 2002 11:09 am)
CAU is coming along nicely. What do people think of Kodachrome as title? # When I think back on all the crap I learned in High School / It's a wonder I can think at all # Yes? No?

So apparently, my body interprents "take a nap" as "sleep until seven AM the next morning". Bastages. Ah, well, will have to work on stuff at work today, then. *pokes brain* Give me a layout bunny for the RS-X archive, bitch

Or maybe I'll do something else ... *wanders off to go find drummer!Nick and drummer!Joey pictures* Muahahahahahaha! >:D

ChrisPuppet: ?
Melle: *wiggles eyebrows*
ChrisPuppet: *... hides behind Kevin*
Kevin: Weh?
Melle: *pets Kevin*
Kevin: *purr*
Lola: Meow? *nudges Kevin*
Kevin: A kitten! *plays with Lola*
ChrisPuppet: Weh?
Melle: Don't look at me, I just live here.
ChrisPuppet: When an amimated puppet is the sanest thing in your head, it's time to seek help, love.
Melle: But I don't want help!
SeanB: Melle has no help. Melle needs no help!
Melle: Damn right!
Kevin: Oooh, pretty! *glomps SeanB*
Kevin&SeanB: *make out*
Melle: Wah? *stares* Guh!
Lola: *pout* Meow? *eyes ChrisPuppet* *chases*
ChrisPuppet: Eeek! *runs away* Help?
Melle: *stares at Kevin and SeanB*
ChrisPuppet: Dammit. Back off, demon cat from hell! Return to the devil whence you came!
Wade: Hey! Leave me out of this!
Lola: *stops dead in tracks, eyes Wade, eyes ChrisPuppet, eyes Wade again*
Wade: ...?
Lola: *jumps onto Wade's face, claws first*
Wade: Aaaaargh! My FACE!
ChrisPuppet: *cheers*

... I think I need more caffeine.

I ought to make a big Master Cast List for the musiverse entries. Or maybe I'll just add any new characters that turn up and update every time I make a musiverse entry. That'll be easier. Yeah.

I'm a little teapot.

I would live in Moria. This is a surprise to whom? )

bubosquared: (Default)
( Mar. 30th, 2002 01:48 pm)
Yay! Found the story! It's called Lola. Ladies, gentlemen, this is where I got the idea for my cat's name. :) I named my cat after a fanfiction story. I am, indeed, the ultimate fangirl.

(Thanks to Kate for finding me the story.)

(Cause I link the net people anyway, and dude, it'd take me for-fucking-ever to list them!)

Mum and Dad: My parents. Fourty-four, married for twenty-two years. Mostly cool people, especially my dad. Mum teaches people how to handle job interviews, dad is the boss of the mailroom of the Health and Consumer Rights (?) of the European Comission in Brussels.

Rob: Eldest brother. Nineteen, studies sound and image technique in Brussels. Plays guitar in a band called Josie's Alcatrash Perception.

Sanne: Youngest brother. Thirteen and a half, currently doing his second year Latin in HS. Changing schools and subect next year. Love him. Is my buddy. Torn between admiring my punkness and scoffing at the boyband thing.

Carole, SteveS, Cindy, Ramon, Amanda, Martin, Clair: Collegues. Carole is Scottish and lots of fun. SteveS mocks my boybandness. Cindy's the IT person. Ramon is the laconic, amusing one. Amanda and Martin are both huge Eurosong fans. Martin is my boss. Also, gay. And Clair is the ex-goth of the office. :)

ChrisPuppet: Sits on my desk and amuses me during boring days.

Steve: [livejournal.com profile] jintro

Linz: Complicated. Oldest friend -- we go back seven years and two high schools. Male-identifying female. Isn't planning to have the actual operation because "all the chicks I fall for are lesbians." Introduced me to punk. Currently awaiting conclusion of trial about vandalism and gang-forming. Yeah, I have scary friends. Don't mess with us. Also my co-author for VRStory, which shows exactly what kind of whacko we both are, or at least were during HS.

Lola: El kitten. Psycho.

bubosquared: (blah)
( Mar. 12th, 2002 10:06 pm)
This song is ... like a sort of homecoming for me.

I fear my brain. James Hetfield/JC Chasez? Oi!

My cat is on crack. Koda! this is your fault.

The tension headache is still here, and I have no painkillers.

bubosquared: (blah)
( Feb. 26th, 2002 07:22 pm)
Home. Hungry. Cat is being a nuisance. Have a gazillion comments and emails to answer. Ng. *hits head against desk*

Chris: "Ow?"
Justin: "Let's make her feel better!"
Chris&Justin: *snog*
Melle: ?!?
Nick: "Hey!"
Justin: "Oh, sorry."
Chris&Nick&Justin: *sex*
Melle: !!!

Okay, slightly better now.

Nick: "Cupcake?"
Chris: "She's not allowed."
Melle: "Grmpf."
Nick: "Oh. Um. Rice? Carrots? Quorn?"
Melle: "It'll have to do."
Nick&Justin: *smooch Melle*
Melle: "Hee!"

OKay, I'm on crack. Shaddup.

bubosquared: (grmpf)
( Feb. 25th, 2002 09:58 pm)
Doctor's verdict: I have a viral stomach infection. Two days on pills and strrict diet, and another couple of days of being careful with food, and I should be okay. *eyes all the food in her kitchen she craves but is not allowed to eat* *wails

Also, you will be happy to know I had him look at my sinuses as well, and he gave me something for them. Not antibiotics, because he agreed I'm likely to be (or become) immune to them, and they don't freakin' work anyway. So he gave me a spray that's supposed to work really well on (semi-)chronic sinusitis.

I'm hungry! I want pasta! Or fruit! Or any of the other gazillion things I'm not allowed to have! Gah! *bangs head against desk* I hate my body. I think I'll go shower and have some toast. *scowls*

But first, I feed my cat.

bubosquared: (Default)
( Feb. 24th, 2002 03:59 am)
Hour 18 of the second chat-in! Am hungry. More toast?

Kitchen: *makes banging noises*
Melle: "... Lola?"
Lola: *sleeps on the couch*
Kitchen: *continues to make banging noises*

Eeek!

bubosquared: (blablabla)
( Feb. 16th, 2002 04:01 pm)
Having a random bout of productiveness. Oi, I say. Shopped enough for two weeks. Winced when the total came to €51.93, but well. I'll not have to buy anything next week, and have enough cat litter a month. (Even though the bag got caught in my wheel and spread all over the sidewalk. Thankfully, a couple of nice kids helped me gather it and put it in some plastic bags.)

To Do Lists. )

bubosquared: (sleepy)
( Feb. 13th, 2002 05:53 pm)
Reunion Countdown: 31
No Longer A Pedophile Countdown (;D): 195 days

Nothing like an eight-hour nap to break your fever. It's eve,n better when there's a nice warm kitty sleeping on your legs. :)

Right. Shower, clean a bit, and see into food. I'm actually hungry for the first time in three days.

bubosquared: (sleepy)
( Feb. 1st, 2002 10:21 am)
I So don't wanna work today. Blaaaar! Did not get a lot of sleep yesterday, as Lola seems to be having one of these psychotic cat phases where they run around the house like mad. And I couldn't lock her out of the bedroom, because she was scratching the door.

Stupid cat. Stupid work. Stupid life!

And on top of that, I have no idea wether or not the freakin' broker type bloke is gonna come by tomorrow at ten or not, since he's not called, and you know what? I'mna assume he's not gonna, and not clean tonight but tomorrow, and if he does show up, I'll tell him to kiss my shiny white ass.

Ten bucks says I'll be doing my usual Friday evening frantic cleaning spree nonetheless. Sigh.However! I shall go to the store as soon as it opens and then go to bed and Mr Broker can, indeed, kiss my shiny white ass.

Coffee: *brews*
Melle: Brew faster!
Coffee: *is done*
Melle: Finally! *drinks*
Coffee: Eep!
Chris: *grunts* *steals coffee*
Melle: Hey!
Justin: Hi.
Melle: What?
Justin and Chris: *make out*
Melle: Oh. *stares*

bubosquared: (Default)
( Nov. 20th, 2001 07:44 am)
Lalalalalala I really don't wanna go to this course and there had better be internet and also, my cat is psychotic.
bubosquared: (squee)
( Nov. 19th, 2001 10:28 pm)
Cat just crawled into my lap and is now purring here.
bubosquared: (weird)
( Nov. 19th, 2001 07:36 pm)
My cat is hiding in my coat. o_O

(Cryptic note to self: neighbour, moccasin, mile, walk.)

Ugh. Yes. Knackered. Must clean at least vaguely, heat up veggie ravioli, and write; And chat. And stuff.

Oh, and feed my cat, yes. I saw you, Lola, there's no need to eat my toes.

Research books are great. Am forcing self to not highlight anything yet on first read-through. Tough.

bubosquared: (Default)
( Nov. 12th, 2001 01:14 am)
Happyness is a warm kitty. :)
bubosquared: (bored)
( Nov. 5th, 2001 09:09 am)
Was this morning awoken by Lola sniffling at my nose. I love you too, kitten, but mommy needs her sleep, yeah? Oh and my fancy shoes arrived, the ones that go with my classic!goth outfit(s) Whee. They fit, too. Go me, assessing sizes et al.

Incidentally, I'd like to thank you, and also you and you for my sudden Gorillaz-fascination. (And self, you really oughtn't feel icky about this. Yes, they're cartoons. Yes, they're not really "human". Need I remind you of the year or so you spent in Biker Mice from Mars fandom, slashing them?)

bubosquared: (Default)
( Nov. 1st, 2001 06:09 pm)
To: kat
From: Melle
Re: Nirvana

I refuse to slash someone who resembles my brother so strongly.

I would (and have), however, read it.

So there.

Sincerely,
Moi

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