Honestly, guys, I can't seem to make myself post on LJ anymore. :c These days, I mostly use plurk (starfishing). You're welcome to add me there. ♥

I'm still on LJ, mind, just not using my personal journal. I have a temp journal for RP-related shenanigans over at hotawesome, if you're interested; you're also welcome to friend that, if you're interested in my ( Read more... )

( cut to spare those bothered by a distinct lack of capitalization, run on sentences and assorted other errors due to exhaustion. )

I think if I had a life, I might update my journal more.

I do have a life, actually. It just moved to Facebook, somehow. I'm trying to compromise here.

( I have a real life... )

Well, kind of. I'd been thinking about updating lately - guess I've been bored, or something? or maybe it's that I've actually had things to talk about - and last night, sira told me I should, so here we are. ♥

Life, the Universe and Everything... Apparently, the last time I updated was back in the Stone Age, so let's get up to speed, here. I have my ( Read more... )

Yep, still alive ( Read more... )

I have my driver's license, but almost rolled the Jeep coming home from the test, so... we're working on that. Once we have three working vehicles, I'm going to be looking for a job - probably retail, since that's all there is around here.

Here's your official warning: longpost is loooong. D:

( and under the cut. )

So... I'm back? Whatever that means. Updated my profile a bit, might clean up my icons and change mood themes to make things a bit fresher.

In the meantime, you guys should take this opportunity to take me off your f'lists if you want, or welcome me back with lavish praise and affection if you'd rather. ♥

In the last week, I've coded Jirou's profile and my own, as well as modifying the coding from my layout to fit his, and creating the headers for his journal and both our profile layouts. I am quite pleased with myself, but also I am possibly never coding again.

My eyes hurt. *hides.*

Hi, guys ( Read more... )

Just when I thought life was done dicking me, too.

( cut, 'cos I hate to be a downer. )