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So yesterday, while LJ was down, I took the liberty of updating my site. Woo fucking hoo.

Why am I up? Oh, right. Work. Groan.

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Dude. Why didn't anybody tell me the main page looks like shit in 800x600? *corrects that*

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I have an urge to write CureSlash. Dammit. Stupid bunny not conflicting with any timeline stuff. Grrr. Grrr I say!

Also, I seem to be plotting Cure!MoulinRouge. Huh?

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Mr Tolhurst, Sir, if you don't do something about this fucking flaky connection, you'll have to find yourself a new secretary, lord of HEck or no Lord of HEck.

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Ahahahaha! I don't exist! We don't exist! My country doesn't exist! Wheeeeee!

(Edit: DUDE! The author of this actuall acknowledged that most Belgians (as in about 65%) do not in fact speak French, but Flemish. Shock!)

And now for something comlpetely different

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay,
My, oh, my, what a wonderful day.
Plenty of sunshine headin' my way,
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay!

Mister Bluebird's on my shoulder,
It's the truth, it's "actch'll"
Everything is "satisfactch'll."

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay,
Wonderful feeling, wonderful day!

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay,
My, oh, my, what a wonderful day.
Plenty of sunshine headin' my way,
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay!

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See Melle spill 1,000 paper clips al over her desk.

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I have an urge to go post earworm comments in random people's LJ's.

( Nothing to quote here. move along. )

Theory:

Simon Gallup is an elf.

( Proof. )

Heh. Cool.

There are three more Belgians taking part in NaNoWriMo. ^_^

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I love the smell of rain.