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SO APPARENTLY I'm just going to use this journal to comment on your journal. Because my life is srsly boring and not worth telling the world about. :\
P.S.
Make me a Roger Taylor icon. Anna-banana got a Brian icon, I want a Roger icon. ;___; Or don't you love me as much?
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Ew.
I thought I'd turned that damnable navigation bar off. Nice how they didn't put a link or anything on it telling me how to take it off.
It's gone now, that's all that matters.
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1. Pick six "artists" (writers, art artists, actors [TV, movies, stage], singers), of either gender (cool kids do three of each), living or dead, that you would sleep with (or snog if you're a delicate flower).
2. Post pictures of them so we can all see how much of a freak you are.
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ZOMFGWHAAAAAT?
It has not been over a year since I've updated. It has not.
. . . oh, my God it has. ::wails::
I don't . . . I don't even have Anna on my FList! You could have nudged me or something!I'm also very suspicious of this new autosave thing. I don't want the LJ Gods to have drafts of my poorly written entries ( Read more... ) -
Mooey!
I swear I'm still alive! Look! I'm alive! I'll do a little dance to prove it!
Or strip Elgoaine down to . . . well, nothing. Will this please you, m'lord? ::doe eyes:: -
Uh . . .
Is it wrong to have a really steamy lesbian dream involving your mom? Only she doesn't look like your mom, she looks like Pamela Anderson back when she was crazy-hot?
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My back itches.
I will update tomorrow with more, yes? -
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Oh my lord above I'm alive I swear! I talk to you nearly every day, though, so I don't see why I must keep this thing alive. But I will because you'll kill me if I don't. Which is rather frightening, really ( Read more... ) -
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http://elouai.com/doll-makers/candybar-doll-maker.php
Best thing ever! I can't stop making people . . . rise, my army of pretty animeish dolls! Rise, I say! -
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Okay, so I'm bored. You bored? I sure am . . .
Boy am I bored! I mean I'm really bored. Are you? Because if you are we could do something. What, you ask? Oh nothing, nothing . . . just . . . nothing.
::drums fingers and twirls long, luxurious, silky brown hair::