7-18-07
YAY I might get my computer fixed this weekend. That would rock for so many reasons! *happydance*
I've spent the last six hours since I finished Harry Potter (in two days, no less) watching Rainbow Brite, Gummi Bears, and Transformers. It's been a real 80's nostalgia night. Love it.
A friend accidentally made me have a minor nervous breakdown earlier by rather forcefully (but politely) requesting that I post "from-the-neck-down" pictures of myself (clothed, you pervs) or at least share them over the messenger. Yea, lets get something straight, everyone. I don't think I'm ugly. In fact, I think I can look pretty damn good when I try. I just think that I take really terrible pictures. I have no concept of flattering lighting, clothing, or body posture in a still photo. All my friends tell me that I look terrible in most pictures but perfectly alright in real life. This has given me a pretty hefty complex about photos from the neck down, and that's why I don't really post any, ever. I'll work on my confidence, but the camera hates me, honestly.
I'm slowly getting over being pissed about all the various and terrible things that seem to have befallen me as of late, but I'm still pissed at my EQ friends for never logging on to see how I'm doing. Yes, I love you but screw you all, you evil twits. I'd never desert you just because your motherboard exploded in a big fluffy cloud of "fuck you." Noo. I'd be on MSN every night keeping your ass company cause that's what friends do. Bite me, sweeties. Muah! Don't mention MMORPG's to me until I have my computer back. I tend to get angry when that happens and.. you wouldn't like me when I'm angry.. er.. or something to that effect. Grr, argh, rawr, ect.
Some strange guy from India kept trying to cyber me earlier. No, I'm not stereotyping. His first sentence was "My name is Ashbul and I am from India. You are nice American girl yes? I love you." So yea, strange guy from India, on the IM. First he said he loved me, then he said I was beautiful, then he tried to get me to describe myself doing something that I'm not sure most Cirque Du Soleil contortionists could manage. I told him that American girls need flowers, candy, and about twenty years of yoga training before we'll do anything to that effect, even in text form. Lovely evening.
Okay, Billy and Mandy is on, so I'm taking my ass to bed to watch it. Grim is sweet. Death is so from the islands, mon! If he comes to get me and talks like that, I'll follow his dead ass anywhere. It's a hot accent. Goodnight, cruel world. May flights of little piggy demons bear thee to thine own personal hell for the duration of eternity.. or something. (Sugar + exhaustion + too many cartoons + six years of gaming = Tiffie is brane ded)
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Love,
Tiffie *muah*
