May I say, what the bloody hell? Either one of the people who know ( from back in the day when I needed coding help )my LJ password have decided to play around with my layout. Or, the LJ gods are angry. Either way. :shift glance: When I get home from work I'm looking at coding. Yes, prepare. It is a Wednesday. The day for tiny, annoying things.

-.-; I throw myself upon the mercy of the almighty friends-list. Does anyone out there have PS7 friendly brushes that have wings?

So installing the alarm in my laptop seemed like a good idea at the time. Really did since I sleep like a narcaleptic rock. But now it seems intent on going off at 6AM when it's set for 11. And resisting all efforts to UNinstall it. Did I mention that part? :twitch: So yes, that would be the reason I'm keeping my laptop in the closet. That bastard ( Read more... )

Happt effing Ney Year everyone. :bleary grin: I'm going to go puke in someones shoe and passout. Much love yo all.

Title: Do Not Fear
For: malefics
Rated: G
Word Count: 1500 or so drabble.
Note: A present for malefics. Though not Christmasy, … excepting the angels. -.-; Gabriel is God’s creation, but the persona is all Lucy’s, as is Azahariel. She’s a nice lass to let me play with them. Merry Christmas beautiful.

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.. :DIES: .. Please tell me someone else is watching David Letterman tonight?

God. Just when I thought I was immune to hangovers. Six shots of Four Horsemen finally brought me down after a long night. That, for my unliqour savy friends is Jim Beam bourbon, Jack Daniel's, Scotch whisky, and Jose Cuervo tequila. As it has been said, tis the season. It's not borderline alcoholic -- it's the Christmas season! Ah yes, and our ( Read more... )

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.. What can cheer you up after a bad day. Puking your guts up for a few hours can make for a terribly uninteresting Sunday night. But this made me smile. . :twitch: Which probably isn't all that good an idea. Don't get into the link if 'Snarry' bothers you. Really. Don't wanna hear it. I may be weak from all the bile but I have enough energy to ( Read more... )

“You are a sick, sick bastard.”

“Ah, but ma petite belle. I am your sick bastard.”

The weretiger snorted, amusement and fear contorting her face into a grimace as she stared up at the vampire who had his hands cupped over his face, lighting a cigarette.

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