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Um. Jebus, 23 hours of chatting. Must be some sort of record. God. Um. Night?

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Was this morning awoken by Lola sniffling at my nose. I love you too, kitten, but mommy needs her sleep, yeah? Oh and my fancy shoes arrived, the ones that go with my classic!goth outfit(s) Whee. They fit, too. Go me, assessing sizes et al.

Incidentally, I'd like to thank you, and also you and you for my sudden Gorillaz-fascination. (And self, you really oughtn't feel icky about this. Yes, they're cartoons. Yes, they're not really "human". Need I remind you of the year or so you spent in Biker Mice from Mars fandom, slashing them?)

Public Service Announcment

Author's Notes in parentheses within the story? Big no-no!

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(I need to do my nails. This is more than "chipped" this is just. Gone.)

Also, I am in love with humanity. And if my sugariness sickens you, you may blame these guys. Because they always do this to me. Dammit.

The world would be better off if everyone would just feel the U2 love. ^_^

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You know. Sometimes I get pairing ideas that I'll never write because hello? So not doable. But god, they look good in my head.

Like Brian Molko/Eminem. Think about it. Mmmm.

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To this thing says I should be, in order:

1. Computer Game Programmer
2. Mathemetician
3. Author
4. FBI Agent
5. Graphic Designer

And a whole bunch of other stuff. I'm amused. Game programmer? Okay, yeah, can see that. Once I know a programming language, i'm actually quite good at it, and I like the logic of this type of thing. Mathmetician? Um. Well, okay, I'm an algebra geek. Shut up. :p Need I say what I think about being an author? Didn't think so. FBI Agent? *boggle* The hell? And Graphic designer? I'm not good at that shit, I don't think. BUt whatever.

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So I bought the novelisation of Sid and Nancy. I've only read like three pages here and there, but I don't think I'm jumping to conclusions when I say it's total, utter shite.

I mean, the main reasons I never wanted to see the movie were that Mr Lydon had said that a) the movie's just wrong about a lot of facts, and b) the accents were so far off it wasn't funny anymore. (I could've lived with a), but um. I'm rather picky about accents, especially British ones. I know more or less what Cockney sounds like, what the Pistols soud like, and I'd be thrown out of the flow of the movie by the grating accents.) I figured Hey! Books don't have accents, so maybe I'll be able to read this. It was only about $1.5, too, so no big loss, but. Um. How to say this ...

It sucks. "Nancy Sue" comes to mind, and not just because of the whole sleeping with Sid thing. I mean, right down to the language and the romance and gah! Gag me! With a spork! Please! Urk. As I said to Tri:

When I get home, I'll type up some of this shit for you. Once you get past the vomit-inducingness, it's freaking hilarious. And the thing is, someone got paid to write this. They paid someone to write what amounts to a Mary Sue story. I'm tempted to write to the publisher to give them the URL to SEX and say "Yo. Look. Good writers. Wanna pay them for a change?" Hey, I'd buy a novel versio of, say, Colleen's stories.

So yeah. I'm avoiding doing that work thing I'm supposedly getting paid for. Should stop with the avoidance.

Oi!

Evil people have just put the image of Brad/Robert Smith in my poor little head.

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My evilness knows no bounds. A picture here, a gentle nudge towards Ang's site there, and we have a new CureSlash reader. Ni! *pumps fist in the air* Who's yer daddy?

(Edit: Ni! And he does, dammit. :D <= Look, it's Roger!)

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Dear self,

That whole luch thing? Most people do that when it's actually, well, lunchtime. Especially when they haven't done that thing called breakfast. They sure as fuck don't ignore their hunger for four hours in favour of finances. because that's not so geeky it's pathetic.

Sincerely,
You.

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( In which I jabber on about plagiarism, borrowing and fanfic. )

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I am no longer the only girl in Belgium to never have owned patent leather shoes. Woot. They're surprisingly easy, for stiletto heels. Saturday I will go an try them out, with ze skirt and corset and all. Yayness. Much with the yayness.

For the record!

Mark Lamarr is still the most adorable little boy in the world.

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I have conquered whatever was fucking with he client installation. Yayness!

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*eyes the web* You will give me a program to make screenshots in WMP. I will then proceed to make screencaps of November Rain, Paradise City, and You Could Be Mine to make wallpapers out of and perv convert people with.

So it is written, so it shall be done.

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Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to share with you the following:

( The picture that, to me, pinpoints exactly what a U2 concert is about. )