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WHY did I read this?

Chrissy, this is all your fault! *sob* EVIL Timbertrick!

Day #872: Still not god.

Reunion Countdown: 10 days
No Longer A Pedophile Countdown: 175 days

I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today, I will write today!

Yeah, maybe if I brainwash myself it'll actually happen. Not. Stupid muses. Stupid story. Am seriously considering doing actual work in order to avoid Story Of Doom. This is how bad it is!

Oh, also, because I am a dork, cam!

Random shout out: Jess? The loungesinger!U2 thing, did you get my last part of that, yonks ago? o_O

PSA: GeoShitties' data transfer limit sucks.Bunnies. Dead ones. Through a straw! If it's not acting up, check this out. Especially issue 22 had my squeeing myself to death. I. Am. Such. A. Fangirl!

Yay! I'm Spike!

Lalalala. I'm boooooring! BoringboringboRINGboringBOring!

Mama take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore

God: "Oh, my Self! It's Bono!"

The Very Secret Diary of Paul 'Bono' Hewson

Note: Dates etc. Are entirely approximate. I just typed in random numbers/

Day #1
Assimilated local band. Will use this as a vessel on my way to world domination and, umtimately, godhood. And dad says I have no goals.

Day #23
Found out bassist cannot, in fact, actually play. Can, however, bullshit quite well. Will keep him around. Bullshit abilities may come in handy one day.

Still not god.

Day # 650
Touring is hell. Drummer thinks it's all about the drums, bassist claims his clothes keep disappearing (doesn't seem to rueful about it, either), and I think guitarist is going bald.

Mullet is coming along fine. Yay!

Still not god. Working on it!

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Have updated my profile.

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I've come to the conclusion that I am, in fact, my grandmother.

Seriously, I have this complete inaboility to throw junk out. Not garbage, but junk. Old magazines, for example. There's a stack of them next to me right now, which I'm going through right now to tear out things people might like to have. (That's right, folks. Envelopes O' Fun coming your way in a few weeks!) And even then I'll be keeping all the bigger, monthly ones, because they were expensive and look nice and I cannot throw them away! That's not even counting the 100+ casette tapes I hardly ever listen to anymore, or the trunkful of paperwork I don't need, or the insane amount of pens and pencils.

I am an old spinster. Shoot me now!