I've had another fucking disaster of a day. Parents went out of station and my phone fucked up somehow so I was effectively out of touch with the world. I was desperately trying to call home but the landline is fucked too. I thought my sister was hurt or something, i got so scared. I had fuckloads of work and I was stressing about how thirty ( Read more... )

Right, so I don't know if I mentioned this, but I dl'd a productivity manager program. Aptly named 'Cold Turket', it blocks me from all the useless webbies which I get distracted on.

Great idea, right? So it worked like a dream for two days--blocked it for 12 hour intervals and relaxed at the end. Till yesterday, 1am, I was so fucking tired I musta ( Read more... )

my brain is so fucking weird. I swear.

I came on here to post up a rant, (it was a valid rant, also about my brain being weird), and then got distracted by a gif of sherlock climbing over that coffee table in season 1, in his bathrobe, AND I'VE COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN MY VERY VALID RANT FUCK THIS SHIT. WTF. 

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still love the internet.

This is an imaginary conversation that probably took place.

Stolen from http://wolstensherlockholmes.tumblr.com/post/9494502260/producer-ah-steven-what-can-i-do-for

PRODUCER: Ah Steven, what can I do for you?

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  MOFFAT: Look, all these Rory deaths. It's gone too far.
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  PRODUCER: Thank God! You've finally stopped!
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  MOFFAT: Yes. ( Read more... )

( sentient technology and flailing... )

( questions and rants; oh wait. that's the same as always... )