Meh.

Okay. Yes. So. My day. Good and bad. Good in that I wrote a lot, finished a story, and had a blast with my collegues. Who are insane, by the way. Oh, and we're having a Rocky Horror Picture Show viewing smewhere next week. Yay!

However, I missed my last train back here, ended up sharing a taxi, which cost me 1000 BEF ($25) (because the other bloke was nice enough to pay 2000 BEF). And my stomach has been really upset all day. Somehow, I think I'm gonna have to call in sick tomorrow.

(My stomach is my achilles heel. I will ignore sore throat, pain, even fever, but an upset stomach puts me out for the count. Bah.)

Anyway. There are beta emails in my inbx. Life is much better now.

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Seem to be watching VMA's. Kid Rock is on. Pam Anderson's breasts are scary.

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( VMA spoilers )

So. I. Um.

here and now
jesse watches; life on the road | 11kb

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My prediction has come true. Had to call in sick to work. Argh. Must now go buy kitty litter, clean kitchen enough to eliminate creepy crawly possibilities, and curl up in chair in front of computer and ply ith pretty boylove pictures. Maybe write. Talk to people, if I'm not feeling too bad.

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Fuckdammit! Do people even read my admin messages? *clobber* Did I not distinctly say "Do not post NSync stuff here, please?" Didn't I? Fuck you, you fucking fuck! You're getting a nice, privateadmin message. And if you continue to post puppie stuff on rareslash-x, I shall put you on moderated.

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Back. Have food. And kitty litter. (I hope you appreciate this, Lola!) And new pillows so maybe this damn cranc'll get out of my neck.

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Now on MTVEurope: Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit. Lovely, lovely long-haired Dave grohl. Num.

Congratulations, meet your dream date ....

Oh, I'm Willow. Hi! I'm a bit nervous - last time I tried internet dating it turned out to be with a big ol'demon with horns.

I'm not making the same mistake twice. You're not a big scary bunch of evil... are you? Did I mention the horns?

Yo, I'm Xander. I may not be brave, I may not be smart, but I've got a whole lot of ... well, I've got nice Hawaiin shirts.

Wheee!

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I'm in chat. Join me?

In which I remnice for the boysbands of my youth.

( Touchy boylove within. )