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ultraviolet9a) wrote2008-07-25 11:20 am
ultraviolet9a) wrote2008-07-25 11:20 am
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GOODMORNING!
GOODMORNING!
(well, technically here it isn't morning, it's 11.20, but i woke up at 8.30 after having fallen asleep at 2 in the morning so i fell asleep again. And now i woke up cuz i had to find some addresses and numbers for my bro *smishes him*)
(And technically it's not a good morning cuz the weather only got worse and instead of sunshine there is rain! Not that i mind it, but it's a bit cold. And i couldn't wear my really short dress yesterday *weeps*)
Oh dragonz, no proxy, i tell you. NO PROXY. CRAP. Nothing remotely interesting around! Nothing! But hey, i laughed my ass off and had fun so that counts for something, right? right, dragonz? (ps the little chant you told me to singsong in my head before going out? Works wonders for my mood. *nods*)
And now i should be doing stuff. Like, finish up plot donkeys and clear out useless files cuz goddamn, you know how Sam was after that thing the Trickster pulled on him? How organized and neat he was? My pc? Is on the exact opposite side of this spectrum. How do i always manage that is beyond me. It's starts all neat and organized and suddenly KABOOM. Jungle growth. And the worst part is that the jungle growth is actually fully functional. *headdesk* I'm an agent of chaos. Oh, Ethan Rayne, thou art my sire. Probably. Or something.
Grrrr. Maybe i should check out decluttering sites. See what sort of advice/suggestions they have. *sigh*
IT'S SUCH A BEYOOOOTIFUL MOOOOOOOOOOOOOORNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! *sings at top of lungs*
ps Why didn't i know about this? Why? How could i NOT have known about it?? How? *shimmies along*
ETA: i've organized the writing folders in my pc. Spent the whole afternoon on it. And i still have the picture folder ahead *groan* Oh lord. I DREAD THIS FOLDER. IT'S AN EVIL FOLDER. *sobs*
(well, technically here it isn't morning, it's 11.20, but i woke up at 8.30 after having fallen asleep at 2 in the morning so i fell asleep again. And now i woke up cuz i had to find some addresses and numbers for my bro *smishes him*)
(And technically it's not a good morning cuz the weather only got worse and instead of sunshine there is rain! Not that i mind it, but it's a bit cold. And i couldn't wear my really short dress yesterday *weeps*)
Oh dragonz, no proxy, i tell you. NO PROXY. CRAP. Nothing remotely interesting around! Nothing! But hey, i laughed my ass off and had fun so that counts for something, right? right, dragonz? (ps the little chant you told me to singsong in my head before going out? Works wonders for my mood. *nods*)
And now i should be doing stuff. Like, finish up plot donkeys and clear out useless files cuz goddamn, you know how Sam was after that thing the Trickster pulled on him? How organized and neat he was? My pc? Is on the exact opposite side of this spectrum. How do i always manage that is beyond me. It's starts all neat and organized and suddenly KABOOM. Jungle growth. And the worst part is that the jungle growth is actually fully functional. *headdesk* I'm an agent of chaos. Oh, Ethan Rayne, thou art my sire. Probably. Or something.
Grrrr. Maybe i should check out decluttering sites. See what sort of advice/suggestions they have. *sigh*
IT'S SUCH A BEYOOOOTIFUL MOOOOOOOOOOOOOORNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! *sings at top of lungs*
ps Why didn't i know about this? Why? How could i NOT have known about it?? How? *shimmies along*
ETA: i've organized the writing folders in my pc. Spent the whole afternoon on it. And i still have the picture folder ahead *groan* Oh lord. I DREAD THIS FOLDER. IT'S AN EVIL FOLDER. *sobs*
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It's inconceivable to me that this mantra failed to garner you SEX.
You must have been doing it wrong.
ETA: Laughter counts for NOTHING. NOTHING, I TELLS YA!!!
Also, I am going to shops and then I am fic-cing all night. Stand by for morning delivery. \o/
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As long as your disorganization works for you, why mess with it?
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