This being sick thing? Yeah. I'm so done with this. I'd like to try something new now. Health comes to mind.
I haven't been particularly good about replying to comments lately, so I'll try to do the updating thing more regularly. Starting tomorrow.

Dearest The FriendBots ( Read more... )

I can has cute new journal layout! I can has cute new mood them nao? Not so much, evidently. Hmph. I want cutesy pink bunnies or something. I am sick, and I need a cutesy pink bunny mood theme in order to recover. It is tragic, my little FriendBots. Tragic. I shall most likely die. Unless someone can point me to a cutesy pink bunny mood ( Read more... )

Dear god, I have fabulous hair. That's a mostly ego-free statement, too, because I have nothing to do with it. It's all my hair angel, B. She is absolutely amazing with color, and I have never in my life been happier with the color of my hair. Tomorrow I see my hair god, M, and will be even more fabulous after that. Again, I have nothing to do ( Read more... )

I am days and days and days behind on my FriendBots page, and also I have about a squillion comments to reply to. I am siiiiick, you see. I do plan to at least catch up on comments. And also to ask a question. What is the 10th doctor? I'm so lost. I didn't realize there would be numbers. This may be too much for me.

OMG so sick. Sick enough that I stayed home from work today, even though I'm trying hard to conserve my paid time off hours. Argh. I need a fairy godmother to wave her feeling-well wand at me. And while she's at it, she could totally clean the litter box and vacuum the apartment. That would be awesome ( Read more... )

Oh hai. I are sick. I can has sleepin nao pls ( Read more... )

[insert irritating Disaster Du Jour Theme Music here]

We here at The trista News Network know there are many among you who follow such things with great concern, so in the interest of keeping The FriendBots informed, we bring you:

Snot Content Alert September 2007

Levels are alarmingly high.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled

You know what's not fun? Feeling as though you're going to pass out. Especially in the office. Ugh. You know what's even less fun? Having no idea why you feel as though you're about to pass out ( Read more... )

Lungs? Who needs 'em? I hope not I, as my body seems intent on rejecting them.

I am, as you may have deduced, still sick.

I know you all like to be kept in the loop.