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You are trying to kill me with Nirvanaslash images, aren't you?

Damn LJ!celebs.

I am totally hartin Brian Littrell right now. And Leigh rocks, too.

Aaargh, what am i going to do when they stop? Whaaaaat?

Lalalala

Am calling someone. On hold. listening to Oldies. Not too shabby.

Have been keeping self entertained by hanging out in U2!Au in head. Am insane. Whatever. Adam! Fetch me another drink, will you, sweetie?

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You know how in cartoons, there's these scenes where something smells really good, and the smell drifts over to a character and when it hits its nose, the character starts floating towards the food?

That's what I'm like with fandoms, except it's not the smell, it's the pictures. And they don't grab me by the nose, but by the brain. But yeah, the floating without free will? All me.

Ye flipping GODS!

Fucking PSYCHO WOMAN!

(I don't want to elabotate. I just loost two hours of my life because of this dipship. She seriously needs to be admitted. Argh. Kil me now!)

Fine. Fine!

I'm downloading Led Zeppelin songs. Argh. (And I think I forgot to launch my AG sattelite this morning. Damn.)(Also keep trying to type 'Zed Leppelin' every time. Double damn. :p)

Bah

Called off dinner at gran's. Am too drained. Gonna go home, feed the cat, maybe take a nap, shower (ye gods, I'm craving for a scalding hot shower right now) and then see what's up. Chat. Answer email. Write. Maybe draw a little. Update my website. Work on wallpaper and LJ icons. Update iconify me. Work on the femgeeks birthday layout.

I wonder what's on TV?

Blah, blah, bleh.

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And dammit, self, you have to update and completely rework your elfwood pages!

Note to self:

CGI scripts. Trackers, guestbook, and an autosubmit form for im.

Oh, and self?

You promised larean an essay. And you have an idea for another one.