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So, well, I, um. Never thought I'd be making a post like this? but for the record, every day is friending/defriending amnesty day around here, and I practice what I preach. The composition of my flist is really mostly a question of my attention span, and what kind of a fannish time I'm having on any given evening, and how many hours I'm spending away from my computer from day to day—rest assured, it's really not personal. Or, like, it is? but it's something that's personal to me, and really doesn't have anything to do with me disliking you. Seriously. I swear.
UGH OKAY NOW I FEEL LIKE A TOOL. Um. My teeth are fixed!![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
celli recommended me a kickass old-man dentist who fixed the CRAP out of those fuckers, so now I'm able to...eat and talk and all that good stuff. celli, I want to shower you in baked goods! so you should NAME YOUR PASTRY. *plots*
Oh duh! and also I went to see a band called Empires tonight; they're pretty kickass. The internet was also there; the internet is pretty kickass too. Not very skilled in the matter of public transit, perhaps! but very very awesome. Also awesome: pancakes! milkshakes! being squished into a booth with the internet and being Loud Terrible Inappropriate people! Being Loud Terrible Inappropriate people generally!
Also, I got a teapot from my grandmother, which is badass in a rather random way.
Gah. I don't know, dudes: I really just want to deal with the next three months by waving my hands around and saying, "FOR REASONS OF PLOT". Why doesn't that work outside of fic, again?
UGH OKAY NOW I FEEL LIKE A TOOL. Um. My teeth are fixed!
celli recommended me a kickass old-man dentist who fixed the CRAP out of those fuckers, so now I'm able to...eat and talk and all that good stuff. celli, I want to shower you in baked goods! so you should NAME YOUR PASTRY. *plots*Oh duh! and also I went to see a band called Empires tonight; they're pretty kickass. The internet was also there; the internet is pretty kickass too. Not very skilled in the matter of public transit, perhaps! but very very awesome. Also awesome: pancakes! milkshakes! being squished into a booth with the internet and being Loud Terrible Inappropriate people! Being Loud Terrible Inappropriate people generally!
Also, I got a teapot from my grandmother, which is badass in a rather random way.
Gah. I don't know, dudes: I really just want to deal with the next three months by waving my hands around and saying, "FOR REASONS OF PLOT". Why doesn't that work outside of fic, again?
