I'm goin' to hell. In a breadbox.
Are we still mad at LJ these days? I don't know anymore. But I went and splurged on a paid account. For the icons. I went and made a layout for it and everything.
(You can't tell, but every last bit of that banner was handcrafted with love in Adobe Illustrator. Well, except the bits that are Photoshopped.)
I'm gonna have fun filling up my 100 icon quota.
In other news, I'm home and sick. Again! And my car's broken! Again! I dunno whether to be optimistic, annoyed or what. I'm just really dead tired. But my mom professes to secretly enjoying James May. It staggers me, you see, because I'm quite infatuated with the bloke myself. While her love is more platonic than mine, I'm surprised we have anything in common without my prompting beyond 'Watch Top Gear."
I'm going to bed. Maybe I'll be less sick. Yeah right.
(You can't tell, but every last bit of that banner was handcrafted with love in Adobe Illustrator. Well, except the bits that are Photoshopped.)
I'm gonna have fun filling up my 100 icon quota.
In other news, I'm home and sick. Again! And my car's broken! Again! I dunno whether to be optimistic, annoyed or what. I'm just really dead tired. But my mom professes to secretly enjoying James May. It staggers me, you see, because I'm quite infatuated with the bloke myself. While her love is more platonic than mine, I'm surprised we have anything in common without my prompting beyond 'Watch Top Gear."
I'm going to bed. Maybe I'll be less sick. Yeah right.