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DUN DUN DUN! Yes, the sad truth is revealed at last! I'm alive! No need to all express your relief at once--I know how you all are feeling inside. Now, I'll admit that my initial intentions in updating were to ensure the survival of this page, (I wasn't finished with it yet!) but now that I'm back, I really appreciate how much I've missed such carefree indulgences. So, fear no longer, for I have returned to my position as a highly underappreciated user. We'll see each other again soon...I'm as sure of it as my love for all things petty and insignificant. Tah.I'm feeling a bit...:  chipper Current such-and-such:: My own malevolent laughter. Muah. Muah ha ha. |
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Want to hear something ironic? I can't even get into an "R" rated movie, and yet:
My life is rated R.
What is your life rated?
Thanks for the quiz, Whit. *shakes head saddly* If only that load of crap were true; If only that rating was accurate...*glazed eyes* *long pause* *drool*
Anywho, I actually have a story to tell today kiddies, so gather round the campfire. It's not a good story, yet a story it is all the same. You can burn things in the campfire while I'm telling it if you like. Your call.
Well, it all happened yesterday. I was on my bed sorting out some old photos. All of a sudden I came across this one of me and "Tigger" from our first trip to Disneyland. Forcefully, I was reminded of that thirteen year old girl girl who was groped by a "Tigger" not long ago at the aforementioned themepark. This is how paranoid I am: I actually started to look over the picture, convinced suddenly that the same thing that had happened to that girl had happened to me. If you look real close and squint, it kind of looks like the costumed man is tweaking my boob (not that I had anything back then, five cup sizes ago). I'll have to show it to Whit just to double check that I'm imagining it, which I am prone to do. A few months ago I spent nearly a week and a half convinced I had premature Alzheimer's Disease, and just a few weeks ago I thought I had West Nile Virus. I don't know if my hypochondria could have transferred over into imagining I was groped by "Tigger" or not. Oh well. Nothing a bit of vodka couldn't cure.
So sorry for the long, random, and most likely boring entry. I'm very tired and can't think. Will make it up, I promise.
Still plotting everyone's demise,
LesI'm feeling a bit...:  tired Current such-and-such:: Can't think...brain hurts. |
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Before I begin my post I'd just like to clear up whatever you may or may not be thinking. To answer your unasked questions: Yes, I am aware my title is quoting a Backstreet Boys song of former pop fame; Yes, I am also aware that by doing so without the use of quotes that I am infringing on copyright laws and, no, I do not care; Yes, this is my way of getting back at the industrial pop music machine, as well as at those washed up Backstreet Bastards (so renamed in this journal for my amusement); and, to conclude, no, I'm not making this extremely complexly compounded sentence to impress you with my savvy semicolon know-how (unless you count that I was hoping for you to be impressed as an added bonus to the satisfaction of my clever rebellion. Muahaha.).
Alright, I've been a loon. Now, onward to the chit-chatty crap. You know...just like how Conan O'Brian does on his popular late night talk show. *Jumps up and does Conan O'Brian's "string dance", which includes the use of imaginary strings attached to your hips and an imaginary pair of scissors. Very amusing, I assure you.*
Well, since I realize I have nothing of relevance to say (surprise, surprise) I'll conclude this entry with a haiku that I just pulled out of my ass:
Today has been fun,
Enough talking, I am done,
Goodnight Crap-Weasels.I'm feeling a bit...:  mischievous Current such-and-such:: That damn Backstreet Boys song. DAMN IT! |
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Well, this is truly a monumental moment. It's only four days since my last post and I'm posting again. On UJ I would just post every few months, which was probably for the best seeing as how I have nothing whatsoever to say.Interesting. Um. Well, I'm still working on my H/D fic for the Fuh-Q-Fest, which is a hardcore H/D fic challenge over in the LJ community "Bound and Shagged" sponsored by idroppedarice. Now that I have my own LJ I can post there! *flails*. A lot of the fics for the challenge have already been posted there, and some art as well. Anyone interested just scoot on over there. Right, well, I guess thats enough blithering for now. Later. |
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Yay! I have an LJ. *pats back* Seeing as how I've been blocked from my uJ and prefer LJ communities, I thought it was high time I got one of my own. So, if you enjoy reading other peoples' LJs, then have I got a treat for you! Because, guess what? I have one now! Oh...did-did I mention it before? Oh, I did. Right. *cough* Anywho, there you have it. My own LJ for you to read and enjoy or throw up on and criticize. Either way I'm delighted to have you. Glomps all around.I'm feeling a bit...: chipper Current such-and-such:: *happy dance* |
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