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catatonicia, my dear, you will enjoy this one: Gackt prostitution wank. As far as I can tell, anyway.
Those on my Flist who enjoy/know about Inuyasha, I offer some pictures passed onto me by catatonicia.
* Cosplay Sesshoumaru...with yaoi paddles. Oh, just look at the pretty already.
* Same cosplay, minus paddles. S/he looks pretty smug and content, no?
In other news, I've gotten a mosquito bite on top of another mosquito bite, and a big fat bite on my forehead. Dammit, there really can't be an ecologically sound reason these things exist --it's not like they're cross-pollinating anything except blood-carried viruses and parasites. Surely flies could substitute mosquitoes in the food chain? Especially the little black ones --shit, their bites leave behind scars! And their bites hurt.
I'm exhausted. I slept a good while, but...okay, so we wound up not going to the big family reunion, but instead decided to do a video conference thing over the internet at 7:30 AM here. I didn't sleep well because I kept anticipating that I would have to wake up shortly, but the plans fell through and we're all a bit tired and cranky.
But I have no energy. I would read a crack romance, but I'm too tired to focus on that. For some reason, I want to talk about ducks and how they waddle and how weird the word 'ducks' is.
I'm getting an authentic grown-up to look over my resumé one last time, then it's out it goes fer real realz this time.
Planning on going for another short jaunt to Singapore around the 26th, I believe. Advanced Photoshop class this time.
And just for fun, I revamped the majority of my usericons. A few often-used favorites are still there, but for the most part they're new to the journal. (A few have been used in years past, but...eh. Oldies are goldies after all.)
Those on my Flist who enjoy/know about Inuyasha, I offer some pictures passed onto me by catatonicia.
* Cosplay Sesshoumaru...with yaoi paddles. Oh, just look at the pretty already.
* Same cosplay, minus paddles. S/he looks pretty smug and content, no?
In other news, I've gotten a mosquito bite on top of another mosquito bite, and a big fat bite on my forehead. Dammit, there really can't be an ecologically sound reason these things exist --it's not like they're cross-pollinating anything except blood-carried viruses and parasites. Surely flies could substitute mosquitoes in the food chain? Especially the little black ones --shit, their bites leave behind scars! And their bites hurt.
I'm exhausted. I slept a good while, but...okay, so we wound up not going to the big family reunion, but instead decided to do a video conference thing over the internet at 7:30 AM here. I didn't sleep well because I kept anticipating that I would have to wake up shortly, but the plans fell through and we're all a bit tired and cranky.
But I have no energy. I would read a crack romance, but I'm too tired to focus on that. For some reason, I want to talk about ducks and how they waddle and how weird the word 'ducks' is.
I'm getting an authentic grown-up to look over my resumé one last time, then it's out it goes fer real realz this time.
Planning on going for another short jaunt to Singapore around the 26th, I believe. Advanced Photoshop class this time.
And just for fun, I revamped the majority of my usericons. A few often-used favorites are still there, but for the most part they're new to the journal. (A few have been used in years past, but...eh. Oldies are goldies after all.)