The fact that I told myself to actually write shit in my livejournal so it would no longer be an empty abyss in which I occasionally had sex in uh I mean post in, then didn't is more disappointing then it should be. See, some people say it's unhealthy to spend your life on the computer. BUT I LIKE IT ( Read more... )

Searching for the presents that my babies graciously leave for me in isolated corners is possibly the grandest highlight of the day. The yellow highlighter of grandness is used several times in my day, and it cheerfully emphasizes my poor self stepping in and occasionally sniffing out my doggies' numbers 1 and 2s. Sometimes it's two with one ( Read more... )

I wish to slack in peace, but no. Action must be had! Movies to be watched! I don't want to sit at home all day, darn it. This is a time in which I wish I wasn't nearly as lazy as I am.

Also, I have a green bruise on my arm and two more developing on my face! Yay field corps!

Man, I love the smell of failure in the morning afternoon. Really. When a fic has 200 something hits, three reviews, and only 70 people who bothered to go on to the second chapter, what is it called, again? Oh yeah. Failure. FF.Net, you neglectful lover, why must you torment me so?

Psst: My dogs are cute ♥ YEYZ.

EDIT Wow, I've been using the ( Read more... )