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[transfestunerix]

I've just been to use the latrine, and that which I mentioned a few minutes ago was still bothering me, so obviously I've done something wrong again. Can I just make an across-the-system apology to everyone? Can this be repaired, or is the foundation damaged? Attention everyone! I did everything! I blame me only! Tell me what I must do today

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[poorpoorrocket]

Best not to consider the matter to deeply; it would prove a most unpoetic way to be driven mad. It is also worth noting that lavatories have a tendency to engender unusual thoughts.

[transfestunerix]

I like to imagine you being that person in the picture and drinking tea as you say that. How do you stay so dignified? You have one of the more sensible livejournals. How do you keep out riff-raff of this nature?

[poorpoorrocket]

That would make sense, considering that I am the person in the picture. I was not aware that I had any dignity, though I do create an entertaining parody of such through a certain detatched irony. And while the vagueness of your statements make it slightly unclear to what sort of nature you refer, for the most part riff-raff don't know about my journal (indeed, I'm still not entirely sure how you yourself managed to find it). Additionally any who might stumble across it would find little of interest there, considering it primarily consists of nonsensical statements, mundane observations and dreams.

[transfestunerix]

By "riff-raff" I meant pouty and/or psychotic messages, the livejournal trademark, though I've noticed you also have effectively warded off the cat from the second half of the Heathcliff cartoon. When I can figure out what you're going on about, it's usually interesting or amusing, even if, but hardly always, just because of the phrasing. And when I have no idea, at least it's not because you're trying to blame people for petty things. Or, conversely, claiming an absurd quantity of fault in an apparent attempt to get someone else to say "stop blaming yourself!" (that is the one I did!)

I found the journal when in search of online evidence regarding the existence of a "Largo42." There have been instant messagites I wouldn't have bothered searching for. For example, anyone who saw "'I sleep in a remote controlled bed' -Volcabbage" on MAD Magazine's letter page five years ago. But that is a story for another day. Probably a Thursday.

[annie_lennox]

[transfestunerix]

Monkey, stop punching your eye!

[annie_lennox]

Are you on facebook?????? I NEED TO COMPLETE MY RONELDO COLLECTION ON THE INTERNETZ.

[transfestunerix]

I think just a "no" suffices, actually. The more I s- NO, MESSAGE END

[annie_lennox]

I see what you mean, since I have now learned to keep it on the "down low" after the police came to my campus with a fistful of my blog printed out several years ago... BUT I still have that original reply in my email. Bwahahaha. So thank you for that eyeful of Roneldo collection. Hugs and unicorns.

[transfestunerix]

Eh, that's not exactly it, it's actually shame, mostly, but fear is close enough, and probably the next step. I heard that such acts as you experienced were recently ruled as unconstitutional, or at least non-legally feasible, though only in connection to myspace pages. The idea of a gang of 15 year Harvard overeducated veteran attorneys and judges and such attempting to decode the average myspace page from a few pieces of paper does bring me a bit of amusement. And yes indeed, it reminded me of you. In a way you died for their sins. Ingrates.

What you be terribly put off if I asked you a CSS related question? It probably has nothing to do with blind people.