Scrumpy Jack is your friend.
Things are a leetle bit sucky in that I am really quite sucky and awful and paranoid and argh. Also we still have no internet. Hopefully next week. At the moment I am making a large large e-mail to myself of interesting flist-ness to go back to when I have the time to catch up ('interesting' being people and the occasional comm post which grabs my
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*does un-sucky dance for you* (well, the dance is sucky, but it is intended to remove suckiness from your life. YOU, however, are not sucky! Remember! Yes! Good!)
Hahaha that is a bizarre coincidence indeed! I do not understand it at all, even though I've now seen it several times and been explained it a bit by the teacher twice. (I don't think he understands, either. "At they end... they are... dead in the sand! !!! What's all that about!")
I really don't know why my journal kills people... it seems to happen to other people, too. But it's not even like it's my bad coding that's the problem - it's a premade LJ one. Perhaps it is the CURSE of the RAVEN. NEVERMORE. Etc. I think I'll have to change it.
[...if I come to Durham, then I can witness you sing...!!]
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It is utterly bizarre and that's all there is to it. I loved it. I want to watch more. Watch L'age D'or though, if you haven't already, for it is even better.
Your journal didn't kill me until I came back to uni ... I suspect their computers. *eyes them suspiciously* Uni computers have Mozilla and I normally use Firefox, so that may be it. I hope you don't have to change it, it's a nice layout.
[...err. Yeah. Err. *g*]
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