A Frustrating Lack of Thunder and Lightening
Ohh. Life is unfair today, it foiled my brilliant plans for gluttonous self-pleasing.
~ Ahem, hem. Dear Journal...
Today i wake up feeling like such crap it's not even a little bit funny.
Thus my brain comes up with a devious plan for the lightening of my mood through (see above):
I decide to send a message to a person whose icon is very obviously misspelled. I plan to be condescendingly friendly in my ways, and very, very british in my writing...
'Tis a good plan, and gives my much pleasure to work on for a whole ten minutes until true perfection has been reached.
Unfortunately, this is where my enjoyment ends, as to my utter horror, the stupid LJ thing decides the username to which I sent my gleeful missive does not exist.
Nooooo! This cannot be!
I checked the name of the maker of the icon again, and found that sadly, this username does in fact not exist. I had written it down wrong, and now I shall never find it again. ~
Fucking bad short-term memory motherfucker. I'm so over you. Go get killed in a metaphysical car-accident.
~ Ahem, hem. Dear Journal...
Today i wake up feeling like such crap it's not even a little bit funny.
Thus my brain comes up with a devious plan for the lightening of my mood through (see above):
I decide to send a message to a person whose icon is very obviously misspelled. I plan to be condescendingly friendly in my ways, and very, very british in my writing...
'Tis a good plan, and gives my much pleasure to work on for a whole ten minutes until true perfection has been reached.
Unfortunately, this is where my enjoyment ends, as to my utter horror, the stupid LJ thing decides the username to which I sent my gleeful missive does not exist.
Nooooo! This cannot be!
I checked the name of the maker of the icon again, and found that sadly, this username does in fact not exist. I had written it down wrong, and now I shall never find it again. ~
Fucking bad short-term memory motherfucker. I'm so over you. Go get killed in a metaphysical car-accident.