I Love 1992

Mark Owen is on my tv. I repeat: MARK OWEN is ON MY TV! Squee! God, he's loverly. And fuck, young!Robbie and young!Mark! And Mark crying when Robbie left. And someone needs to slash them!

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I'm tired. Going to bed. but first, scary thought of the day:

Mark Owen/Robbie Williams/Liam Gallagher

Am clearly insane. Need sleep. Tomorrow is sit-down-and-fucking-draw! day. So yeah.

Okay.

I think I figured out why netscape (and everything) is so slow a lot of the time. It's winamp. If I'm not playing music, it's fine. It's when 'm playing mp3's that everything else slows down to a crawl.

Oddness est.

Oops.

Did I do that?

Okay.

So I'm entering in some tv program called De Nationale Test (The National Test) and in order to enter, there's this form to fill out. In the 'relationship' field, one of the choices is 'multiple relationships'. Yay. People accepting this as a possbility. I wish I could honestly pick that as an option. But. Yes. No.

Chat call!

I'm on IRC. Chatnet, #femgeeks and #rs-x. Join me?