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On Letters and Crap.
Mar. 3rd, 2003 11:13 pmAhhhhh...
Just as I was about to damn the Royal Post to the black void from whence it came, I got two letters that I'd been waiting for. An emergency money-saving thing (aka, dad's credit card which I won't even consider as money, no no no, emergencies ONLY) and a letter from Sam, which included two separate letters and a poem - altogether now, awwwwwww!... He said that there was something else coming my way. I recall having been promised flowers for Valentine's Day, but at this rate, they will get here on Women's Day (for those of you who don't know, that's March 8th) and that isn't a bad thing. I haven't actually got anything for March 8th in quite a while, ever since my parents had the audacity to look me and my sister in the eye and announce:
"Ha! They don't celebrate March 8th here, so no more presents for yooouuuuuuu, bwahahahahahaha!"
My sister and me: (collective lower lip trembling) "But - but - no fair!"
*sigh*
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stereo_m - *sigh* Still nothing? Did the thing kick you off? Can I kick its ass now? Please?
I am quite excited however, since I got a chance to raid my friend's CD collection again. She has the best damn stuff ever. I now have more Joy Division, the Buzzcocks, and two Manic Street Preachers albums (yes, I thought of you). Oh, the joy of it all! Of course, just my luck that just now I got a computer that refuses to play the damn things.
'Ere I go, an announcement:
I am a fictional gay man's libido's twin. Just thought you all wanted to know.
( Cut to preserve the innocence of those who haven't read The Book yet. No, seriously, spoilers, so GO AWAY. )
And everyone should go and read this piece of brilliance here. I love you guys. The end of March is going to kick SO much ass, it's unbelievable. Just get here already! And, by the way, Semus and Rearius? Still kills me. And I cannot believe that someone who hasn't even met me knows about my love for teh two puppies (even IF he got the names wrong). I feel that I have been discussed. I am not sure if that is a positive thing in this case.
And now, good night to all. Sleep tight, don't drool, and dream of horny puppies.
Just as I was about to damn the Royal Post to the black void from whence it came, I got two letters that I'd been waiting for. An emergency money-saving thing (aka, dad's credit card which I won't even consider as money, no no no, emergencies ONLY) and a letter from Sam, which included two separate letters and a poem - altogether now, awwwwwww!... He said that there was something else coming my way. I recall having been promised flowers for Valentine's Day, but at this rate, they will get here on Women's Day (for those of you who don't know, that's March 8th) and that isn't a bad thing. I haven't actually got anything for March 8th in quite a while, ever since my parents had the audacity to look me and my sister in the eye and announce:
"Ha! They don't celebrate March 8th here, so no more presents for yooouuuuuuu, bwahahahahahaha!"
My sister and me: (collective lower lip trembling) "But - but - no fair!"
*sigh*
stereo_m - *sigh* Still nothing? Did the thing kick you off? Can I kick its ass now? Please?I am quite excited however, since I got a chance to raid my friend's CD collection again. She has the best damn stuff ever. I now have more Joy Division, the Buzzcocks, and two Manic Street Preachers albums (yes, I thought of you). Oh, the joy of it all! Of course, just my luck that just now I got a computer that refuses to play the damn things.
'Ere I go, an announcement:
I am a fictional gay man's libido's twin. Just thought you all wanted to know.
( Cut to preserve the innocence of those who haven't read The Book yet. No, seriously, spoilers, so GO AWAY. )
And everyone should go and read this piece of brilliance here. I love you guys. The end of March is going to kick SO much ass, it's unbelievable. Just get here already! And, by the way, Semus and Rearius? Still kills me. And I cannot believe that someone who hasn't even met me knows about my love for teh two puppies (even IF he got the names wrong). I feel that I have been discussed. I am not sure if that is a positive thing in this case.
And now, good night to all. Sleep tight, don't drool, and dream of horny puppies.
