My keyboard is mysteriously working again for no discernible reason the day I'm going to go get it fixed. Um, what the fuck? I'm going to bring it to Apple anyway just in case it decides to stop working...button is still a little wonky, though. Or it was one time. Aggggh. But it's free to fix it so I can't complain. Except for the fact that I will be computer-less now for pretty much no reason. Gah
Eddieeddieddieeddieeddie! Goddammit I'm bored give me something to do before this fucking energy drink wears off. Incidentally, I've decided that since Crane's moved out there's no reason for me to wear clothes. HAAAAAAH. That is all.
So I've been dying to get The Sims 3, and I convinced my mom to buy it for me as an early birthday present, but I've been reading reviews and... apparently your custom-made Sims act like NPCs once you...can just be deleted without warning, well... what the hell is the point, then?! Anyone on my f-list who has The Sims 3 -- what do you think? Is it worth it? Or should I just get The Sims 2 again
That's me. I totally forgot all about this shit. Been cleaning the hell out of the penthouse after Eddie and his friend absolutely fucked it up. I don't know what the hell they were on, but some of the... you guys, is the entire Gotham criminal population going to defect to Cali? . . . OH FUCK I JUST FOUND SOMETHING HORRIBLE ON THE UNDERSIDE OF THE TABLE. BACK LATER, IT'S CLEANING TIME
I don't think I've posted this before, and I have no real reason to now, but I want to put off writing my Troilus and Criseyde paper for like five more minutes, and I think five minutes is the absolute...persevered, and found a live version! Thus opening yet another pandora's box that will not allow her to be fully satisfied with her life until she owns the sweater Laura wears during it. RATS.)
...Apparently you can view people's friends-only entries if you subscribe to an RSS feed of their Livejournal. Even if you are not friends with them. ... I do not like this one bit.
I woke up at 4 in the morning, still sort of half-sleeping and thinking I was doing sound-mixing for the Watchmen movie, and that I was doing such a bad job that I was going to throw up. And then I did...of the school year. The first time it was the mere idea of people hating Spider-Man that made me throw up, and the second time it was something to do with the numbers 42 and 43. I don't get it
Anyone care to convince me not to remove all Niven from my shelves? edit: And Pournelle (see also "Human Biodiversity Institute". Gah! More room on my shelves for writers who are decent people, I guess.
I had this dream last night that Chris Moiles's mate had a bricked up lock-up garage that had a creature thing in it what had evolved from a hamburger. So Moiles wanted to eat it so we broke down the wall...Fri and Sat whats that about yeah? Four days a week thats practically a nine to five haha! Oh yeah an I only seen today they do red bull in big cans now like the size of relentless an rockstar? Get in
