Come On Angel Don't You Cry
God, it feels good to be back on the internet. My laptop died on me. It sucked. And I got a ridiculous number of emails.
I don't actually know what was wrong. I got someone else to fix it since my attempts failed.
I don't care, though. All that matters is that it's working.
Sadly, my SkyPlayer still doesn't work. It's still telling me to phone customer services but I haven't yet. I tend not to take orders from inanimate objects even if I do talk to them - and shout at them.
Ah well. Ce la vie. If I spelt that right.
You'd never guess I spoke French.
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I've circled around in my obsessions. My music obsessions, at least.
It took two years but I'm addicted to My Chemical Romance once again. Not The Black Parade, mind you - TBP's still mostly annoying me - but I've fallen back in love with Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge (I never really fell out of love with Bullets). Cemetry Drive has been stuck in my head all day and I actually haven't complained.
...
Okay I have but only a little bit. And even when I did complain I didn't really mean it.
I'm beginning to feel a little fan-girl-y.
*shudders*
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I'm out,
I wanna enjoy this good mood while it lasts,
Kit
xoxo
sidenote:
Quite surprisingly the William Control thing went very well.
(can't be bothered writing a whole entry on it)
It actually made me feel so better.
Why is beyond me; I don't think I'll ever really understand how my mind works.