Abuse of slanty-letters.
Dogs.
Dogs.
Why are there dogs in the house.
No, no, dogs are pretty cute. I like dogs. I am also allergic to dogs. This is important.
We're having guests over - two of my mum's friends from Vancouver - and they brought their dogs. Ahhhhhh.
The cats are not amused.
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Hatsune Miku Project Diva 2nd is sitting next to me right now. Unable to be played. Mocking me.
I wish Hello, Planet was a song in this game. No, I don't. I'd ruin my perfect combo because I'd be too busy baaaaaaw-ing at the end.
Hmm. I need a decent microphone. There are the English lyrics to Hello, Planet I wrote out ages back that are still sitting around, unsung. Yes. Mocking me. The song isn't truly in a comfortable range for me, anyway.
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Sometimes I walk around the house with my stuffed bunny rabbit. Don't give me that look, it's a comfort thing. My mum keeps calling him "Mr. Bun-bun". That's not his name! Do I seem like the kind of person that would name a doll Mr. Bun-bun? Think about this carefully.
Why can I do the New York Times crossword on weekdays but I simply wind up staring blankly into space before giving up in disgust at the weekend editions? It is a mystery (or likely they're just harder).
Must get back to Persona 3 before I forget what I'm doing and thus lose interest.
Dogs.
Why are there dogs in the house.
No, no, dogs are pretty cute. I like dogs. I am also allergic to dogs. This is important.
We're having guests over - two of my mum's friends from Vancouver - and they brought their dogs. Ahhhhhh.
The cats are not amused.
--
Hatsune Miku Project Diva 2nd is sitting next to me right now. Unable to be played. Mocking me.
I wish Hello, Planet was a song in this game. No, I don't. I'd ruin my perfect combo because I'd be too busy baaaaaaw-ing at the end.
Hmm. I need a decent microphone. There are the English lyrics to Hello, Planet I wrote out ages back that are still sitting around, unsung. Yes. Mocking me. The song isn't truly in a comfortable range for me, anyway.
--
Sometimes I walk around the house with my stuffed bunny rabbit. Don't give me that look, it's a comfort thing. My mum keeps calling him "Mr. Bun-bun". That's not his name! Do I seem like the kind of person that would name a doll Mr. Bun-bun? Think about this carefully.
Why can I do the New York Times crossword on weekdays but I simply wind up staring blankly into space before giving up in disgust at the weekend editions? It is a mystery (or likely they're just harder).
Must get back to Persona 3 before I forget what I'm doing and thus lose interest.