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In which lol, facebook notes.
Ganked from Facebook. All of the wankery with none of the tagging!
Literary Snobbery Questionnaire
1) What author do you own the most books by?
Here on my school bookshelves? Probably Terry Pratchett. At home? Hmm. Perhaps a toss-up between J.K. Rowling and K.A. Applegate (lol, initials). YES I STILL OWN ANIMORPHS BOOKS SHUT UP.
2) What book do you ( Read more... ) -
In which...I don't even know.
So, ran some errands today (read: shopped like a teenager...in my defense, though, I did need tampons, and my spring jacket's falling apart), and since it was such a nice day, I decided to walk to the Midway Target. I got there only to remember that its selection sucks and fails, so I decided to hoof it back to Snelling and catch the 84 to the Har ( Read more... ) -
In which neurosis, thy name is Q-chan
Possession
Ellen Watson
Tonight, my darling, you will be mine
And I will be yours
I will make you happy
And I will be happy.
Tonight, my darling, we will dance
I in my best suit
And you in that red dress
The one that wasn’t red before.
Tonight, my darling, you are the world to me
And I am the world to you
And nothing can separate us
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In which I am useless.
So, my computer has a virus. Spyware Protect 2009, to be exact, which is a fake anti-spyware program. Last night, while I was looking up ways to get rid of this thing, my computer just fucking STOPPED. I'd say that it froze, but freezing implies that you can use ctrl-alt-del to unfreeze it, and even that wasn't working. So this morning I decided ( Read more... ) -
In which no, Justin, I haven't forgotten about this.
Meme tiem!
Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.
Justin listed these:
1. Fire
You know, I don't actually know about this one. Actually, no, I lied, I do. My Threat Du Jour for a time was "bitch, I'll burn your house down." (Now it's "bitch, I know ( Read more... ) -
In which fuck pinkeye
DEAR PINKEYE AND PINKEYE CURE: YOU ARE IN DIRECT VIOLATION OF MY "SHIT DOES NOT TOUCH MY EYES, EVER" LAW I HATE YOU GO DIE.
Whatever. At least I don't have class today.
Fuck. Fuckety fuck fuck.
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In which being sick isn't the only thing that sucks...
Last night I dreamed that my boyfriend was related (somewhat tangentially) to Sarah Palin. And she and her family had nothing but disdain for me. It didn't matter what I said; every time I spoke they would look at me as though I was dog shit, or something. It even got to the point where her husband physically threw me out of a store just because I ( Read more... ) -
In which it's my journal and I can talk about whatever I damn well please...
WARNING: this entry may or may not contain talk of boobies. Just sayin'.
So, buying bras is making me a little bit sad now, if just because it appears I have gone up a size.
Now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "but Q/Ellen/Pubis/Wally! Wouldn't that mean your boobies have gotten bigger, thus ensuring that you have achieved a goal you've ( Read more... ) -
In which I c wat u did thar, Barack Obama...
Barack? Honey?
You should be damn glad you are BARACK FUCKIN' OBAMA and not George W. Bush, otherwise folks would be crucifying you for that little flub during the oath.
SILLY PRESIDENT.
Oh well. At least you're a halfway decent speaker. Can't say the same for Dubya.
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