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Mugh. I think that headache last night was a sign of a tumor or something, because woa with te freaky dreams!

There was, at some point, *NSync/BSB GGSF. Not too freaky that, or indeed even unusual. I dream about slash on a semi-regular basis.

There was Silvia and her army of rats. Yes, rats. Like, a thousand of them. And she was leading them in an attack on ... something. I can't remember. I think I got distracted by masterful!Silvia. And her army of rats! My brain isn't too subtle.

I believe Eminem was slinking around in the back of my mind somewhere as well, and oh! There was Dylan/Baez cuteness. Het! I dreamed about het! Canon het! I'm tainted!

And the last thing I remember is my brother turning into Justin.

o_O

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Reunion Countdown: 3 days
No Longer A Pedophile Countdown: 168 days

*bangs head against nearest solid object* Will somebody please include "How to Properly respond to an intercom" in the package of Lessons Everyone Should Know? Before I go insane?

I think a clean-out of my LJ is in order. PLease don't feel insulted if I nix you, okay? Anyway, chances are most of you only have me friendified back because I friendified you. So. ... Wow. That only took fourty minutes, but at least now my friends list is manageable again, and my groups are up-to-date.

... I think I'll go answer comments and reply to entries now. And then I'll abuse my webmail and answer stuff. Whee, I hart webmail!

Oh! Yesterday, Allen requested slash SMS's, so I wrote her this:

You tell yourself it's just because he's grown up in a boyband, that he does this to everyone. He drapes himself on Chris all the time, hovers by JC's side, sleeps with his head in Lance's lap. But when Justin comes to you, you give in nonetheless, and afterwards, when he curls up in your arms and murmurs "Joey," you think maybe it really is more than just that.

I'm rather pleased with it. ^_^

I'm hungry. :( Need a smoke. :( Bored! :( Also, boring. :(

Melle: *bores*
ChrisPuppet: *strips*
Geeks: *sex*
James&JC: *sex!*
Chris&Justin&Nick: *seeex!*
Melle: *browses online swords catalogue, whimpers pathetically* Want!

Lord, I'm boring.

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Argh! Stupid work filter isn't letting me see this because there's a bad word in the URL. Could someone be a dear and email it to me? (Change the name to be safe?) Ta.

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It's nearly four PM. I have yet to do any actual work, and I'm not planning to in the near future. I'm trying to write, but godfreakingdammit, they're not making this easy for me.

*stabs Jase and Lars with her pen*

DIE!

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Have given in to the lure of celeb-icons. Do not expect this to last long. Until then, I am Bono. Woo!

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Excuse me ... AAAAAARGH!

*twitches*

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Must close computer. Must go home. Must stop staring at wallpaper.

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JAAAAAAAAASSOOOOOOON! *runs around screaming* *notices pepole looking at her* *stops* Jason! In my magazine! And he's so cute with his harem boys bandmates and talking about the breakup with Metallica and how it felt like

Imagine you're married to three peole, and you're divorcing all three of them at once. It was pretty rough.

and oh, look, a walll, excuse me while I bash my head.

*bashes*

Much better. And now: a survey!

current mood: Squeeeee! Jason!
current taste: Gitanes.
current hair: Needs a cut and a bleaching and a dye job. I've been putting it of so it'd be nice and fresh for the reunion. I'm about two weeks later than normally.Ew.
current dress: Sith Lords Kick Ass shirt, no bra!, black jeans, black sport socks, Doc Marten's eight-holes.
current grievance: My freakin' DVD still not working.
current annoyance Ma chatte.
current smell: I don't do smell.
current longing: For *NSync to come to Europe this year.
current game: Sims and racing simulator.
current thing I ought to be doing: Cleaning, cooking.
current desktop picture: >The cover of Sin. I'm hoping it'll inspire me. So far, no luck.
current cd in computer: The Sims: Livin' Large.
current computer: Crappy brandless PC.
current worry: Do I have food?
current crush: I have to name one?
current hate: I have to name one?

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There are several (as in at least three) empty packs of Rohypnol laying outside our door. I am most disturbed. (For those who don't know, Rohypnol is also known as "the date rape drug". Basically, it can be slipped into a person's drink without them noticing, after which they will become extremely obedient, and thus easily raped.)

Also, I have no idea what to cook. I'm thinking rice, mushroom sauce and eggs. Mmmm, delicious. Also, pancakes!

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...

Anyone wanna come talk to me? AIM: femgeek (exceptionally open for non-buddies), IRC: squidge.org #femgeeks

Anyone?