I am not dead.
But my internet connection has died enough times to make Jean Grey jealous, thus why I'm a non-presence of late online. A quick recap courtesy of my work computer, I'm too lazy to crosspost this to the personal lj.
1. Christmas. There was hoard. Clothes, gift cards, opera tickets (yay), Justin Pimperlake tickets (meh), and an evil
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Yay for the promotion!!!
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Missed ya too and grazie.
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HUZZAH! Look forward to seeing you back in the swing of things!
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Hope your doggy's alright.
If you need the cartoon DVD's, I can probably find a way to send you either the files or the DVD's themselves. :)
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Ahhh passive-aggressive loved ones, what would the holidays be without them? Thanks for the well-wishing on Dog (I should post more pics of her antics).
*greedily eyes* As for replacement toons, you Satanic temptress, lemme see about fixing my connection first. *lovesonyou*
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I'd have to Handbrake them first (which would take a few hours but requires no intelligence or effort on my part), but I could get them for you. When your connection returns, my sweet. ;)
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I had a flourescent, party-riffic good time at New Year's. Now, I have a hacking cough and fascinating bruises on my knees. It was all worth it.
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I had creole food, cheap wine, bleary watching of tv football games, brow-raising perusing of live action NAKED football games, and transmitted my sore throat to Perp-Boyfriend (but he asked for it!) whilst feasting in his apartment that was sorely lacking a functional heater. Worth it, indeed!
This serves to remind me that Storm should have an appropriate 'massive hangover' icon...and an excuse for her to use it. *plotsplotsplots*
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Someone's viral host overlords demanded they transmit colonies to all at my New Year's Party. I am but one of a dozen afflicted. You'd think we would rally in our suffering as our bodies are slowly broken down into simple protiens for use feeding the next wave of host organisms. Instead, we are all hoarsely whiny bastards who want nothing more in this world but hot soup. And blackmail photos from the party. But mostly hot soup.
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