*convulsing with laughter*
Dear LJ:
I mean it now.
Stop sending me old comment notifications.
I do not need to reread comments from Hank--though he is a wonderful Hank--or Anya, or KITT, or Alan Shore, or anyone.
I do not need to relive certain parts of a thread with Fluffy, parts that were Very Very Wrong. Yes.
You are making my nearest and dearest--well, nearest--think I am insane as I randomly crack up and cannot stop laughing, because it is all much funnier a month later.
You must stop.
Or they'll take the computer away.
...
You work for them, don't you?
No Love, LJ. No Love.
-Me.
I mean it now.
Stop sending me old comment notifications.
I do not need to reread comments from Hank--though he is a wonderful Hank--or Anya, or KITT, or Alan Shore, or anyone.
I do not need to relive certain parts of a thread with Fluffy, parts that were Very Very Wrong. Yes.
You are making my nearest and dearest--well, nearest--think I am insane as I randomly crack up and cannot stop laughing, because it is all much funnier a month later.
You must stop.
Or they'll take the computer away.
...
You work for them, don't you?
No Love, LJ. No Love.
-Me.