| Abandoning. |
[Feb. 6th, 2008 | 11:11 pm] |
This journal is hereby abandoned until I find a use for it (if ever). Feel free to remove it. I will take that as a sign to remove you from this journal's F-List, as well.
If it is the only one of my journals you have added, feel free to revert to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) goddessember, as it is the one getting the most love these days. Any new adds to that journal will be added in kind.
Thank you, that is all. |
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[Apr. 11th, 2007 | 04:01 pm] |
The Good:
Turtles was great. Tidus, Wakka/Bender, and Fry were in it. Along with an adorable Asian woman. I'd like to keep them all as pets.
The Bad:
Adam. Came into my fucking room today. Granted, he gave a brief knock, but he didn't wait for a reply. He then proceeded to tell me that the dryer wasn't working. My response was "So?" You see, it's not our day. Again. He then said that the other tenants think the breaker for it might be in our suite. "It isn't," I said. "How do you know?" he so stupidly inquired. "Well, for one..." I began, "they're all on." He then continued with a "Well what does that even mean?" And fucking turned them all off. Shutting down everything in my room, including my two computers. One of which was installing a program, and the other had about 10 windows of Mozilla open, and a very long text document that I can't remember the last time I saved.
The Good:
I told him "I'm going to rip your fucking throat out, if you don't fucking leave my room right this fucking second." Robbie was on the phone with me at the time. Hilarity.
The Bad:
That's the fucking last straw. I'm moving, and nothing can change that. I don't care if he's kicked out or not, I'm gone. And I really don't fancy living in a hotel. Though come to think of it, living with Paul would be fucking better than this. Chyeah. That's how bad it is.
For those keeping track, this is move number 17.
Batman out (to end the world). |
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[Apr. 1st, 2007 | 12:17 am] |
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So... If I seem to just disappear off the face of the earth for longer than usual, it's because they've locked me up in the nuthouse for killing our roommate, Adam.
( A long explanation of why he will die by my hands. )
Anyways, I demand you people cheer me up by coming up with interesting ways in which I could kill him.
Edit:
And this (and this, too) would by why you never hear me ranting about wanting to kill Lise. Lise is awesome.
Excuse the crappy quality, I took those with my phone at about 5 in the morning. |
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[Mar. 25th, 2007 | 11:00 pm] |
Well, I'm feeling the need to update this, simply because I haven't in so long. I don't even know what's new, because I don't remember when I was here last.
I saw 300 tonight, though. A movie Jesus likened to having sex with a chocolate cake, if your penis had taste buds. I'd say it's more like getting a blowjob from a brownie with creme cheese frosting. A brownie with something to prove, even, so you can just lie back and let it do all the work. Seifer, in my head, was rock hard.
I continue to love my car. So much. Sometimes I hug her steering wheel while stopped at a red light.
Other end of the spectrum, drivers seem to be getting dumber. Lise and I were leaving the mall, us with a green light, and someone plowed through a red light that had been red for some time. And it's not like it was just us, there were many cars going in the same direction. I don't know how he didn't hit anyone, but I hope he's since died from his own ineptitude.
Adam, our male roommate, also getting dumber. If I go into it, I may just have to take a hammer to his head, so we'll leave it at that.
AND... Lise has reawakened my need to make origami stars. Damn you, Lise.
I don't really know what else is new. Other than SAD MUFFIN! ;~;
Batman out. |
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