Fuck me!

[dalekboy]

So, I'm not too headachey today, and so was able to drive mum into Belco for her diabetes appointment thingy. I come home and find a note from the post office to say that two boxes of stock have arrived from the US. I keep transferring data off the new (and problematic) PC and onto my 8 year old but much more reliable machine. I check the shop

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[arcadiagt5]

Damn. Someone beat me to it...

[dalekboy]

You're just after the sex!

[arcadiagt5]

And your point would be what exactly?

[rendragon]

Just thinking the same thing....

[stephbg]

Like I'm not already addicted to bloody LJ comments! Like I don't already feel the pressure to write! Like I don't regularly check for comments! Like I don't wake up in the middle of the night and have to resist the urge to check LJ!

I'm with you there brother. How about you comment on mine and I'll comment on yours?

[dalekboy]

I promise nothing! But only because I'm so utterly crap at reading and replying on people's journals it's not funny.

I just hate my comment addiction.

[stephbg]

A comment in my inbox! Drooooooool.

I used to be content to burst Athena-like into existance once per year to appear at Swancon. Now I can't go 5 minutes without checking my mail to see if someone else thinks I'm real.

It's nice to know I'm not alone, but that warm fuzzy feeling will only last a few minutes and then I'll be checking again. Aarrgh.

[goth_kittie]

Is this like sneezing... If we comment 8 times in row, does it equal an orgasm? ;)