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Am at the cousin's burning my stuff off and onto DVDs. Laptop problem has been pinpointed (faulty FL inverter), but I think I'm better off buying a new machine and scrapping my old one for parts or something. There's too many things wrong with it for me to justify servicing it.
Massive hugs to turps33 and ephemera. Looks like June hasn't been very good to the majority of my flist, every other day someone's having a bad time. Hugs to everybody. *hugs*
Computer access should be okay for me between the school computer lab (ancient machines) or friends (inconvenient, and not nice to impose on them), but it looks like I'll be more or less uncontactable via chat programs for at least the next month. :( Email will probably be the best way.
This sucks major donkey balls. My Project 365 photo uploading will definitely have to take a backseat until I get my hands on a working machine with the proper software on it. Gah.
Anyhoo, the auction on Lou Pearlman's assets starts tomorrow. Someone needs to write a fic where all ten boybanders get together in a room with multiple laptops to bid on them in an attempt to reclaim their stuff from the Fat Bastard. Then it can lead to reminiscing, which can then lead to a drunken orgy (with a sober AJ). Or something. Hey, a girl can dream, right?
Massive hugs to turps33 and ephemera. Looks like June hasn't been very good to the majority of my flist, every other day someone's having a bad time. Hugs to everybody. *hugs*
Computer access should be okay for me between the school computer lab (ancient machines) or friends (inconvenient, and not nice to impose on them), but it looks like I'll be more or less uncontactable via chat programs for at least the next month. :( Email will probably be the best way.
This sucks major donkey balls. My Project 365 photo uploading will definitely have to take a backseat until I get my hands on a working machine with the proper software on it. Gah.
Anyhoo, the auction on Lou Pearlman's assets starts tomorrow. Someone needs to write a fic where all ten boybanders get together in a room with multiple laptops to bid on them in an attempt to reclaim their stuff from the Fat Bastard. Then it can lead to reminiscing, which can then lead to a drunken orgy (with a sober AJ). Or something. Hey, a girl can dream, right?