*sheepish*
Er, all you people who have been trying to get me to download Firefox? You were right. I was wrong. Let it never be said that I have too much pride to admit to my mistakes. Of course, I have regrettably had to take contracts out on all of you. The hitmen should be along soon.
*plays with tabs, giggling*
*is sekritly seven*
SHINY!
Unfortunately, my beautiful layout is well nigh unreadable on this computer. It's a Mac. I shall blame that.
I might go back to locating sources for my sociology essay now, even though every single book on time and social theory has been borrowed by the same person and there isn't a whiff of a paper on the modernisation of Australia. Bah.
In better news, my uberMillific is almost done! One and a half sections to go. Aziraphael and half a Hob.
Half a Hob.
Hee.
*plays with tabs, giggling*
*is sekritly seven*
SHINY!
Unfortunately, my beautiful layout is well nigh unreadable on this computer. It's a Mac. I shall blame that.
I might go back to locating sources for my sociology essay now, even though every single book on time and social theory has been borrowed by the same person and there isn't a whiff of a paper on the modernisation of Australia. Bah.
In better news, my uberMillific is almost done! One and a half sections to go. Aziraphael and half a Hob.
Half a Hob.
Hee.

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*eyes half a Hob*
He must have difficulty walking. The homicidal clowns will get him.
That is not subliminal suggestion. Not at all.
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Half a Hob in the hand is melty and spine-fluidy more delicious than several oompa-loompas in a cake.
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You know, any randoms browsing my journal would probably assume I have friends who are totally insane and most likely confined to asylums. So they'd run away. In FEAR.
*goes back to poking your angel to talk*
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And I hate you for working. Meanie.
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mmmmm, firefox.
Am on my way out the door to work. "Darganza" is uploading. Will send you yousendit link. Also, we missed you last night (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/4158987.html?thread=166841867#t166841867). This morning. Whatever. *laughs hysterically*
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*dances the plotful plot dance*
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