Someone broke into my flatmate's car. While we were all home. She had something on the dashboard worth $500 (came with the car, she didn't buy it) stolen, and has a smashed window. The pricks.
I hate paperwork.
I also hate coming across stories I wrote at 10, and edited at 13. Or wrote at 12 and never edited. They embarrass me. Especially when I find them randomly and my best friend is with and wants to know wtf it is. After that there were a lot of "Oh gods" and "Oh no, I can't believe I wrote that!" or "Wtf?"
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miyumiyu.
The Gift was on TV last night, but I missed part of it for all I was in the same room as the tv because I was telling Angela about fanfictions. Unfortunately, it seems, I'm not going to find many people my age who know of/read fanfictions, or know of/like slash. This means I'm almost entirely dependent on a small cache of internet friends, and it's dodgy at best if I get to talk to even one of them.
Don't be sorry.
I keep listening to my Eve 6 CD (thank you Rhianna). I don't know why I suddenly got them stuck in my head. It's strange how I'll fixate on a CD and have to listen to it several times... until I get bored or something else gets stuck in my head. Sometimes it's a CD I haven't listened to in ages and brings back the strangest memories.
I am tired and I need to eat.
Got another plot bunny racing around in my head. It's rather homicidal, this one. Again. Don't know what it is with that. *tries to look innocent and fail miserably* Can't get the color green out of my head, either.
Think I'll make a chai tea latte.
My brother is jealous of me. Not that I have three hotmail accounts. But that all three hotmail accounts have 250 MB of space. So far, it seems, accounts in NZ have not been upgraded from the original 2 MB. Ah, how I pity them. MSN needs to get a kick in the arse.
My brother has this cool picture and ad thing printed out next to his comp. It says:
COFFEE, 12 oz.
WARNING: excess consumption may lead to compleltion of assignments, heightened creativity, disappearance of headaches, and/or unbridled joy.
Somebody likes their coffee.
Fin.
I hate paperwork.
I also hate coming across stories I wrote at 10, and edited at 13. Or wrote at 12 and never edited. They embarrass me. Especially when I find them randomly and my best friend is with and wants to know wtf it is. After that there were a lot of "Oh gods" and "Oh no, I can't believe I wrote that!" or "Wtf?"
I have three icons, all slash oriented, two inspired by something from
miyumiyu. The Gift was on TV last night, but I missed part of it for all I was in the same room as the tv because I was telling Angela about fanfictions. Unfortunately, it seems, I'm not going to find many people my age who know of/read fanfictions, or know of/like slash. This means I'm almost entirely dependent on a small cache of internet friends, and it's dodgy at best if I get to talk to even one of them.
Don't be sorry.
I keep listening to my Eve 6 CD (thank you Rhianna). I don't know why I suddenly got them stuck in my head. It's strange how I'll fixate on a CD and have to listen to it several times... until I get bored or something else gets stuck in my head. Sometimes it's a CD I haven't listened to in ages and brings back the strangest memories.
I am tired and I need to eat.
Got another plot bunny racing around in my head. It's rather homicidal, this one. Again. Don't know what it is with that. *tries to look innocent and fail miserably* Can't get the color green out of my head, either.
Think I'll make a chai tea latte.
My brother is jealous of me. Not that I have three hotmail accounts. But that all three hotmail accounts have 250 MB of space. So far, it seems, accounts in NZ have not been upgraded from the original 2 MB. Ah, how I pity them. MSN needs to get a kick in the arse.
My brother has this cool picture and ad thing printed out next to his comp. It says:
COFFEE, 12 oz.
WARNING: excess consumption may lead to compleltion of assignments, heightened creativity, disappearance of headaches, and/or unbridled joy.
Somebody likes their coffee.
Fin.
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