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I. am. going. to. cry. I can't deal with this laptop bullshit anymore. Fuck you HP. Fuck you and your "Total Care" bullshit. Fuck Alex, Jennifer, Nelson and whoever else you incompetent bitches give me to deal with this shit. FUCK YOU ( Read more... )

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Oh mah god Coachella! Adrian that means motherfucking KAREN O and the YEAH YEAH YEAHS!
Despite the lack of bacon for breakfast I still managed to consume all my daily food intake before 11AM. Ah cafeterias, we bow before your awesomeness and are sad we ever parted.

I'm resigned to my fate. I'm never going to have a laptop again. EVER. Which explains why I'm at the library (yet again) sitting in a cubicle making lots of awkward accidental eye contact with the hobbit-esque person on the computer opposite to me. I should be at home napping and showering and only occasionally working instead of grappling with ( Read more... )

Ladytron! Toronto!
. . . right in the middle of exams. And knowing my luck, I'll be done before that date but by the time exam schedules are up tickets will be sold outt.  Oh well.  Summer is long.  And Japanada is tomorrow! And sexy drummer boy March 2nd! Wheee.

FREAKING EPIC.

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his voice is strange and unfamiliar.