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Okay. I finished my strangepursuit.net essay. Jess, get online so you can give it a read-through, please?

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Cannot fucking sleep. Highly vexed. Appear to have written 220 words of new grungeboy fic. They need a band name. Help?

Sleep attempt #2

Good morning, world!

And how's my favourite planet today? *smooch*

Additional smooches to you, you, you, you and all of you.

I look like shit. Days like today are why I wear make-up. Remember, kids, mascara is a Good Thing. It's all the muses' fault for keeping me up untl 4Am this morning. Good fucking god. (Wait, isn't god inherently chaste?)

Today, I will:

• Start working on stuff for The Project.
• Design site for The Project.
• Take lyrics survey.
• Take this survey
• Write all through lunch break on the new grungeboys story.
• Avidly await the arrival of my Hot Topic package with my new writing journals (so I can get started on Ins' birthday bunny) and my new, handy bag.

Must have coffee!

Youth is wasted on the young
Before you know it's come and gone
Too soon

Peaking

There are times I look at someone like Wade Robson and realise he's achieved more at 18 than I'm likely to achive before I'm 30, and I get slightly depressed. Then I realise he's bound to peak soon, and he'll have whole life to look back on that. I prefer to peak at, say, 70-ish. Then I'll have a decade or two, three to look back in satisfaction before I die.

And really, if you think about it, I'm doing pretty good. I've got a job, a place of my own, a lovely girlfriend, great friends, inspiration and an audience to do what I like best (write) and basically, I'm independant. That's much more than a lot of people my age can say.

Who cares if a handful of teenagers are insanely famous and making tons of money? I have something they most likely don't have: a future that's much brighter than the present.

For the ones who had a notion
A notion deep inside
That it ain't no sin
To be glad you're alive

I am a sad, sad person with no life at all.

Days of Our LJ is amusing me to no end. I for some reason want to see LJ!Joey and LJ!Wade strike up a friendship. I gasped "Oh no!" in horror during the recent Stacey debacle. I think this:

Maybe our doubles are "All About the JoLa."

is the most amusing thing anyone's said in quite a while.

This is so much better than Santa Barbara ever was.

I get by with a little help from my friends

q!

I would've expected Lars to be the one with the missing arms.
(Bliss; LJ comment)

If giving head was an Olympic sport, Lars would definitely be getting the gold medal. ;)
(Bliss; LJ comment)

She said hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?

Goddammit!

HT package still hasn't arrived. Taxipost people haven't been by yet. (Would've seen the note they left.) Argh, argh, argh. Must smite something. Urgently. (45 minutes until i can leave. Argh!)

When you get to the bottom
You go back to the top of the slide
And you stop and you turn
And you go for a ride
Till you get to the bottom
Then you see me again

Frustration

I want to hit something hard and solid. Preferably with someone's heads.

(Stop dwelling, self! Move on. Masochist. It doesn't help to let things out if you only take in more.)

Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without

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Okay. Rough version of The Project is online. Only two wallpapers present as of now, because i'm still making the rest. Does the layout look good? Oh, and y'all can apply for staff status if you want. ^_^

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You know what I hate about drawing? I never know what to do with people's arms and legs. And now I need to draw a frikkin' bass guitar. Brillian.