I now have air conditioning in my computer room. It's fucking freezing in here. I'm wearing a jacket.
I LOVE IT.
In other news, I'm bored. I have things I should be doing, but I'm not. Why can't the internet be amazing and inspiring when I need it to be?
P.S. As much as I hate those hidden autoplay posts, if I knew how to do it, I'd so make an
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The internet is never amazing and inspiring when one wants it to be. It's like a rule or something.
Also, if you are super duper bored, I wrote some est/fin in my writing sketchbook today: here
Also ffffffff fuckin' Nik og Jay. That song is now stuck in my head and it's all your fault. I freakin' fuckin' love ya'. :|
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I know. It sucks. Murphy's Law or something.
Aww, so cute. Great premise, too. This: "In addition to the problem of the mirror was the matter of the door, which was shut tight, seemingly innocent. More specifically, there was the matter of the dark hallway on the other side, and the shadows that were in it, and the darkness of the washroom as he stepped out of it, and the faintest glint of reflection from the mirror, and the possibility that he might see himself, and---" Perfectly captures that creepy feeling. That stupid fear of leaving the well-lit room. XD
Tee-hee. Nik og Jay: So cheesy and just plain bad, I can't help but feel a little better when I listen. Jeg elsker deg, elsker deg...
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Oh yeah, leather seats suck without conditioning. D: My mum's old vehicle had it, but no a/c (or myabe just inadequate a/c) and we'd have to drive like eight hours in it and ughh it was just awful.
True facts, that fic was based on me last night. I was reading creepypasta in the AM hours like an idiot, and then I was too scared to go to bed, so I ended up talking to my Finland-like friend who was kind enough to stay awake for me. orz sob
Nik og Jay is just... it's so bad, but I love it. Then again I have never claimed to have much taste in music. :V
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Aw, that's nice you had someone to keep you e-company. My husband nearly always falls asleep watching movies past a certain hour, even the scary ones, so I'm left having to cross the big, empty house and shut off all the lights. Then go up the creaky stairs, all on my lonesome. That kind of thing makes you hyper-alert. It's not a fear of whatever was in the movie/story, but jumping at the most innocent things, and feeling ridiculous afterward. For me, anyway.
Ha-ha, they're my son's favorite. Any time we go somewhere just the 2 of us, I take my mp3 player and ask him what he wants to hear. It's always 'Danish rap'.
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