Take Back Your Candle Stick.
[mood|
sick]
[music|Satuki - Kagrra,]
Fever. Over 101. Not feeling too hot.
Actually, feeling very hot, with eight blankets on, but that's not the point. The point is, MSN needs to quit being a little bitch about my contact list not being available, and let me on. I don't have any people on my contact list, so I don't know what it is talking about. I typed my password so much that now I'm typing it as the password for everything. Which makes me slightly queasy, because I don't like doing things on the internet without MSN hovering in the background and people talking to me though my little clock says "away". Don't you see the little clock? Oh god.
Yeah. So my counter is gravitating to 7,000 hits. Which is cool, but I only have 28 friends and most of them are me, or obsolete. I wonder who it is reading this that doesn't talk to me. Or maybe just the people that are on my friends' list don't really watch me through their friends' pages. Perhaps they just sit at my journal and hit the "refresh" button, over and over. I wouldn't put it past you girls. Anyway, if you're one of my awesome stalkers, hi. I have a fever. Enjoy my feverish rantings about random shit that's been on my mind for a while. I feel popular. At least I get more visitors daily than Daigo. Poor, unpopular Daigo. His site went up in visitors when I put a link to him on my site. He seemed so happy, I didn't have the heart to tell him.
I hate being sick. I hate knowing things that I can't tell you people. Like, about the phone call I got today, from a certain famous celebrity whose lj community I am a part of. I want to update it with things like, "I talked to Toshi, today. Not much going on with the band, but he was having ramen and I think it got up his nose. Yep."
Come on. You know if you were the 15 year olds now joining the community in droves and upsetting me, and me and my little gay flowery self came on and talked about how I have his phone number, well... you'd have your hands down your pants faster than Miyavi can pen another identical song and think up a stupid name for it.
I need a new catch-phrase. Any suggestions? Suggest.
Also, I'm going to go update my playlist, now. I'll up it to ysi so you guys can request more. Look for it here.
sick]
[music|Satuki - Kagrra,]
Fever. Over 101. Not feeling too hot.
Actually, feeling very hot, with eight blankets on, but that's not the point. The point is, MSN needs to quit being a little bitch about my contact list not being available, and let me on. I don't have any people on my contact list, so I don't know what it is talking about. I typed my password so much that now I'm typing it as the password for everything. Which makes me slightly queasy, because I don't like doing things on the internet without MSN hovering in the background and people talking to me though my little clock says "away". Don't you see the little clock? Oh god.
Yeah. So my counter is gravitating to 7,000 hits. Which is cool, but I only have 28 friends and most of them are me, or obsolete. I wonder who it is reading this that doesn't talk to me. Or maybe just the people that are on my friends' list don't really watch me through their friends' pages. Perhaps they just sit at my journal and hit the "refresh" button, over and over. I wouldn't put it past you girls. Anyway, if you're one of my awesome stalkers, hi. I have a fever. Enjoy my feverish rantings about random shit that's been on my mind for a while. I feel popular. At least I get more visitors daily than Daigo. Poor, unpopular Daigo. His site went up in visitors when I put a link to him on my site. He seemed so happy, I didn't have the heart to tell him.
I hate being sick. I hate knowing things that I can't tell you people. Like, about the phone call I got today, from a certain famous celebrity whose lj community I am a part of. I want to update it with things like, "I talked to Toshi, today. Not much going on with the band, but he was having ramen and I think it got up his nose. Yep."
Come on. You know if you were the 15 year olds now joining the community in droves and upsetting me, and me and my little gay flowery self came on and talked about how I have his phone number, well... you'd have your hands down your pants faster than Miyavi can pen another identical song and think up a stupid name for it.
I need a new catch-phrase. Any suggestions? Suggest.
Also, I'm going to go update my playlist, now. I'll up it to ysi so you guys can request more. Look for it here.