(no subject)

Why Melle Is Not Cut Out For Adult Life, a play in one act:
Melle: *attempts to drink coffee, instead spills coffee down cleavage* "Ack!" *hastily grabs tissue and stuffs down cleavage before coffee can stain white shirt*
Melle's coworkers: *weird looks*
Melle: *pauses the stuffing of tissue down cleavage* "Er ... I can explain, I swear."

You all need to go and see this scan, which makes me want to cuddle Tony Blair. (... I know, okay? I know. Shut up.)

I've finally finished tagging all 5,000+ entries in my LJ. *falls over dead* Now to reorganise my memories section, heh. It was kind of fun to do, though, because it gave me an opportunity to re-read my entries from early 2001, which contain my descend into popslash, my dropping out of school and getting my first job, the first time I bleached my hair, getting my first tattoo and piercings, not to mention stuff about the Metallica List Wars, the Cassie Claire Scandal, etc. Talk about your trip down memory lane.

And I leave you with a random quote:

My neighbor has decided that it is Hammertime. I do not mean that he is engaging in a bit of impromptu carpentry; no, he is blasting, at what feels like full volume, MC FUCKING HAMMER. "Can't Touch This," "Please Hammer Don't Hurt 'Em," "2 legit 2 Quit," and all the other non-classics. I am getting ready to grab a baseball bat and scream "YOU'LL HAVE TO PRAY JUST TO MAKE IT TODAY, FUCKWAD," and beat him.
(kitsune13

(no subject)

I must finish that fucking rewrite before assorted people lynch me and/or my beta dies of old age. DAMMIT!