Dammit.

Fell asleep on the sofa. For like 3 hours. Was cranky. Saw Gone screencaps. no longer cranky. Still going to bed. Smooches to the smoochables!

Test

# 1 Chris
# 2 Justin
# 3 Lance
# 4 JC
# 5 Joey

Huh. I'd have tought Joey would be higher.

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The Onion rocks.

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Dude.

Let it be known

That I intend to have this freaking acné under control before my 21st birthday. Because dammit, I am so not ending up like my mum and still have it at freaking fourty!

Also.

Self. You have three days to finish the glitterfic. You know what that means? That's right. No Moulin Rouge for you tonight. Or any night until it's finished. So there.

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi çe soir?

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( Survey! )

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Bwahahahaha! Woot!

Ahem. Yes. (Oh and Mar? Next time, tell me when the Disco comes out of hiatus? Or was that a hallucination of mine? Hmpf.)

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Thanks, Mar. This just killed me. Bwahahahaha!

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Ha! I rock! And whee, puppitarian aid! Eat that, UN! =D

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There are way too many pictures of Steven Adler and Duff McKagan with their arms around each other's wasists. Way, way too many. Fuckers.

Oh!

I just realised. With the printer? I could make T-Shirt transfers. And make custom T-shirts! Oh!

This is Melle. Se Melle skim ff.net. Skim, Melle, skim.

• Sleeping Shadows. Dark Tower. Eddie/Roland. Drabble. Read it.
• Why are there so many IT stories.?
• Dude. Lots of familiar names in the Biker Mice From Mars section.
• I still rather like Walls.
• There is no GnR category. I am highly displeased.
• Stories written by someone named "asshole" and with summaries like this:

  i unno what the uh HECK dis is..but i imagined a buncha whiney teenage girls chantin wen i rote it..and look! it has a number afta da title..so YUP dares more to cum..

  are what makes this the nifty for all ages. *shudder*

Much blathering about pictures.

1. Booya! It's whore!Slash.
2. Duff. Against a wall. Incoherence now.
3. Axl reclining. Pretty slut.
4. Axl, looking like Jon Bon Jovi. He does!
5. Axl in the (November) rain.
6. Axl on a bed.
7. Oh. My. Fucking. God! TiedUp!Axl.
8. Um. Yes. Ride 'em, cowboy!
9. Mmm, pretty, pouty boy.
10. Tell me they're not about to kiss. Tell me! I dare you.
11. Dammit, Axl, stop near-humping Slash.
12. I have nothing to say about this picture.
13. In which Duff is a pretty girl and Axl is a porn star.
14. Dammit! Again with the near-humping.
15. And the DuffLove increases.
16. More almost-kisses. Sluts.
17. Is Duff wearing eyeliner?
18. Axl! Hands off the guitarist!
19. Awwwww. Aren't they sweet?
20. Woo. Wah. Legs. Duff.
21. Again, tell me they're not about to kiss. I dare you!
22. Once more, Duff is a pretty slutty girl.
23. Girls galore, but Axl's got a guy at either side. Suspicious much? (And what did Steven lose down there?)
24. Um. Slash? The humping thing? That goes for you, too.
25. Clash of the blondes!
26. And. Um. Awwww?
27. More Duffness. Go away, I'm lusting.
28. Um. Don't know why, but um. Yes. And note the Sid Vicious-type necklace.
29. He's a girl. A pretty girl. Can we establish ths as canon?
30. Gah! With the writhing on the floor!
31. Ramones t-shirt. Porn mouth. Bass. Melle = puddle.
32. Axl, I find your proud look disturbing. Quit it.
33. Heh. Hum. Jess?
34. Okay. Whose lap is he sitting on?
35. Look at Duff and Steven with their arms around each other. Sweet.
36. For some reason, I want to snuggle him
37. More Duff/Steven snugglyness. The hell? (Also, Axl is a crack whore. he is. Don't argue with me.)
38. Oh, look. Slash is leaning on Steven. Duff is sad because he wants his boyfriend. Izzy is either saying "Hey, Slash, watch where you put those boots," or asking for the booze. And Axl is oblivious to it all.
39. I don't know what Axl's doing, but Duff! Sweet, pretty Duff. Want.
40. Ahem. They are all girls.
41. Especially Slash.
42. Oh, look. Threesome.
43. Forget that, orgy! (And again, is Duff wearing eyeliner?)

Embrace the love.

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Image bunnies:

• Nutsoidz cast. Nora on the left (from my pov) looking at the rest, indulgently. Ulla next to her, leaning on her shoulder. Orim standing with Zita sprawled in his arms, giggling. Drake and Steve, brash, artms around each other. Inmar sitting down, corss-legged, working on his laptop. Tina being sexy, maybe looking down to see what Ingmar's doing. All at one, or in duos and then photoshope together? Or keep apart?
• Sean, Nick, Jesse. Portraits. Sean and jess w/o instruments. Nick maybe holding drumsticks.
• E&S stuff. Anything. Portraits, scenes, whatever.
• (Oddness. I have no image bunnies for the Shintaid. Not sure if this is good or bad.)
• LJ user icons.
• Mood icons?

(I need tips on how to draw non-white characters in animanga. Cause Jesse's asian and there's quite a few black, latino and asian chars in E&S. Help?)

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# 1 Chris
# 2 Lance
# 3 Joey
# 4 Justin
# 5 JC

WTF? Lance? Lance? Aaaargh! The shame.

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Home. Clean. (Clean!) McD's. Glitterfic and/or drawing.

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Bathroom and bedroom are done. Most trash is outside, kitchen half done. After kitchen and dishes, living room will be piece of cake. Wahey!

All done!

Flat = clean. Cat = fed. melle = showered. Now, McD's!

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Watching MTV New in vain hope of puppieneww. Grrrrrrrrrr.

Oops.

I appear to have lost my cat.

So i go to the kicthen to close the window. close window, turn around towards door, see Lola standing in the doorway. She sees me and bolts into the bedroom. I quickly get her basket, litterbox and food out of the kitchen, and close the door. There is no way. she could've gotten back intot he kitchen. And yet, I've checked the bathroom and bedroom, and even the living room (where i'm fairly sure she also cannot have hidden) and I. Cannot. Find. Her.

WTF?

Ah well. her stuff is in the living room, so she won't soil anything, or starve.

Wondercat indeed.

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Cat has been spotted. Silly thing.

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Have Gone on repeat in CD player. Singing along. (Actually, doing 'second voice'.) Don't think neighbours are pleased.

Interesting conversation.

( *N Bed With *NSync! )