Dallas Stars, you're breaking my (diabolical love-robot) heart.

Omg, I love FoxyTunes. Not only do I no longer have to switch between iTunes and my browser windows, but it has nifty little search features for lyrics and videos and stuffs.

Also, lots of love for other things.
Also, because I have to post it everywhere, this:


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So many things, and no one to tell. I need to start a physical journal.

If I keep cutting my hair shorter, eventually it'll just all be gone. Oh, well.

I've been doing absolutely nothing online for HOURS.
I just want to effing sleep.

I'm not sorry, there's nothing to say.

My Google homepage refuses to change from Santa Fe to Dallas, even though I only looked up movie times there once. Man... these days, I can't wait to leave.

Man, do I ever miss my cello.

I like when I have dream conversations in which I openly admit things that I won't say in real life.

FUCK YOU, Direct Energy.

As sad as I'll be for the folks that lose their jobs, I still hope your company burns down.