February 9th, 2002

(I've tried patience)

Meh.

I have to clear up my music room today. Marathon task, believe me. Wish me luck.

Eh. Why is it that, no matter how happy and carefree a character may actually be, whenever I start writing about them they immediately develop some level of angst? I know angst is more interesting than nothing, but...I feel bad for them! And then I have to sort out their various tangles and...~groans~ Oh well. He loves you, anyway.

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  • Current Music
    'Point Of View', d.b.boulevard.
(I've tried patience)

~cracks up~

You poor bastards - you don't all really try and understand what I'm saying, do you?
Ai. I'm going to have to stop posting things. ~shakes head~ I feel really bad. ~g~ Really.
Meep. I'm sorry. I am sorry. I really am.

I'll *usually* translate if you ask, y'know, but they won't turn out to be terribly interesting, just embarrassing for me. ~g~

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  • Current Music
    'When You're Gone', Bryan Adams & Mel C. Heh. Apt.
(I've tried patience)

Tee hee.

"I'm going to fire that cook," Lex spat.
After a moment, he looked up thoughtfully. "From a cannon," he said, "Through the ceiling."


I'm, um. Not going to try and keep awake. Because every minute is fairly painful at the moment, and that's bothering me because I know it's just tragic, and...yeah. So. Bed. ~nods~ I could probably do with the extra sleep anyway.

Oh. Pain. Yes. ~dries eyes~ ANYway. Enid Blyton. Ribena. Sleep.

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  • Current Music
    'Pure', Gary Numan.