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It doesn't help my Spring Fling writingness if I make A2A icons... Damn it why did I look for caps? Now I just wanna make Bolly icons... She has such pretty blue make up (plus, when she hasn't got her mouth wide open mid tirade she's v.v.v.v.v. pretty and emotive facially wise).
Went to Aber today. Got a new skirt (a bit small, but easily fixable), 3 seasons of Red Dwarf (they were eight quid each, I wasn't about to complain), undies, stockings with hearts all over (thought they were hold ups, meh, still pretty... Shame the ribbon came off one), a DVD for Mark and stretchy satiny gloves. :) And I still have money left... And a controller, but Mark paid me back. :D
It's bloody cold, and Mark left at five. :( He usually stays till about 9:45, then we give him a lift home, cause his dad doesn't like him being in later than him... Stupid wanker. He wants Mark to go to uni, but, like me, he hasn't the money. Yeah, like where the fuck is Mark going to find the money for a uni course if he can't find a fucking job cause you keep stressing him about finding three million things at once? Ugh. He pisses me off.
Not Mark, his dad.
I'm toying with the idea of posting a few fics on Sycophant Hex (a HG/SS site) but they have kinda strict admission standards. And I don't really like strict.
That and I really hate bad reviews. Who doesn't?
Anyways, I need to crack on with this fic. Urgh. I shall type it... I like writing the long hand though. Meh, it shall be done and typed by the deadline... Whenever that is. Friday? That sounds about right.
Hmm... Need a shower. Morning. Wake me up.
Clocks forward tonight!!! :D
Rach xxx
Went to Aber today. Got a new skirt (a bit small, but easily fixable), 3 seasons of Red Dwarf (they were eight quid each, I wasn't about to complain), undies, stockings with hearts all over (thought they were hold ups, meh, still pretty... Shame the ribbon came off one), a DVD for Mark and stretchy satiny gloves. :) And I still have money left... And a controller, but Mark paid me back. :D
It's bloody cold, and Mark left at five. :( He usually stays till about 9:45, then we give him a lift home, cause his dad doesn't like him being in later than him... Stupid wanker. He wants Mark to go to uni, but, like me, he hasn't the money. Yeah, like where the fuck is Mark going to find the money for a uni course if he can't find a fucking job cause you keep stressing him about finding three million things at once? Ugh. He pisses me off.
Not Mark, his dad.
I'm toying with the idea of posting a few fics on Sycophant Hex (a HG/SS site) but they have kinda strict admission standards. And I don't really like strict.
That and I really hate bad reviews. Who doesn't?
Anyways, I need to crack on with this fic. Urgh. I shall type it... I like writing the long hand though. Meh, it shall be done and typed by the deadline... Whenever that is. Friday? That sounds about right.
Hmm... Need a shower. Morning. Wake me up.
Clocks forward tonight!!! :D
Rach xxx