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[misanthrope7842]

1. After meaning to take a nap and instead actually sleeping all through the night last night, then dreaming about The Cap'n, the Irish Mob, Pirates, and come-to-life teddy bears all trying to kill me (SO SCARY YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!), I woke up today and played several rousing games of sex chicken via email. I am apparently hypothetically amazingly

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[misanthrope7842]

This one I didn't mind so much because as scary as it was while I was dreaming it, it had so much of a tinge of the ridiculous (and I've been nightmaring for so long I learned how to lucid dream a LONG time ago) that it was more funny than anything else. Where else do the Irish mob convene in my shower where the curtain keeps falling while the Irish Mob Leader's teddy bear came to life, stowed away on a pirate ship and is trying to kill me to stop me bringing it back to the loving arms of the Irish Mob?

I gave so much time to trainwrecks last week. I even suffered through one that made the allowed/aloud mistake TWELVE TIMES because... well, I was desperate. The things I will do for my rarepair fix.

[escherzo]

5. YYYYY. Though I suspect mine is probably not quite the same one as everyone else's, because I raided the photobucket those pictures came from.

[misanthrope7842]

Hee! Sometimes I wish people's desktops floated around over their heads so you would instantly know if it was worth approaching someone. Mikeyway is skeptically leaning against my screen side, Frank is facepalming, Ray and Bob clearly want to get in my pants, and Gerard is randomly staring off into space. I think this is the most fitting commentary on my life my desktop has ever exuded, honestly.

[poopiepoopie]

Sleeping too much, or not being able to sleep.

You. Can't. Win.