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When did Livejournal move from three unpaid user pictures to six? What the Christ. All this after transferring money into my cobwebbed PayPal account, which according to PP should clear from my Canadian (a venial sin) bank account just in time for the Archeologists Of The Future™ to unearth these ancient documents and complete the transaction post-mortem. I hate PayPal.
After the sudden realization that I don't deal crack for a living, I decided to shunt the drugstore blonde and dye my hair back to what I can only assume is something vaguely akin to my natural colour which I literally have not seen since the eighth grade.
I also submitted my burningest question to the Morrissey kiss-arse site True To You. Ahem:
Dear False Idol:
As an omnivorous female patron of Morrissey SOLO who lives in Canada, where, according to your comments at the Toronto show, we beat seals all day, does it make you vomit with rage to know that a person - or persons - such as myself, listen to your music? I feel slightly sheepish whenever I put on your record after hearing another of your Highly Entertaining, Interesting, And Informative (yawn) Diatribes about how PeTA is The New Black™. I half expect the CD to burst into flames every time I touch it. Must I relegate myself to the trainwreck that is Britney Spears? I NEED TO KNOW.
Sincerely,
Your Humble Judas,
SHENEEDSTHERAPY
P.S. You'll be happy to know that I don't beat seals any more; I quit cold turkey last year. Of course you know that this is against Canadian law and I have been in jail at least six times since for my animal-loving ways. But I digress.
After the sudden realization that I don't deal crack for a living, I decided to shunt the drugstore blonde and dye my hair back to what I can only assume is something vaguely akin to my natural colour which I literally have not seen since the eighth grade.
I also submitted my burningest question to the Morrissey kiss-arse site True To You. Ahem:
Dear False Idol:
As an omnivorous female patron of Morrissey SOLO who lives in Canada, where, according to your comments at the Toronto show, we beat seals all day, does it make you vomit with rage to know that a person - or persons - such as myself, listen to your music? I feel slightly sheepish whenever I put on your record after hearing another of your Highly Entertaining, Interesting, And Informative (yawn) Diatribes about how PeTA is The New Black™. I half expect the CD to burst into flames every time I touch it. Must I relegate myself to the trainwreck that is Britney Spears? I NEED TO KNOW.
Sincerely,
Your Humble Judas,
SHENEEDSTHERAPY
P.S. You'll be happy to know that I don't beat seals any more; I quit cold turkey last year. Of course you know that this is against Canadian law and I have been in jail at least six times since for my animal-loving ways. But I digress.