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(well, technically here it isn't morning, it's 11.20, but i woke up at 8.30 after having fallen asleep at 2 in the morning so i fell asleep again. And now i woke up cuz i had to find some addresses and numbers for my bro *smishes him*)
(And technically it's not a good morning cuz the weather only got worse and instead of sunshine there is rain! Not that i mind it, but it's a bit cold. And i couldn't wear my really short dress yesterday *weeps*)
Oh dragonz, no proxy, i tell you. NO PROXY. CRAP. Nothing remotely interesting around! Nothing! But hey, i laughed my ass off and had fun so that counts for something, right? right, dragonz? (ps the little chant you told me to singsong in my head before going out? Works wonders for my mood. *nods*)
And now i should be doing stuff. Like, finish up plot donkeys and clear out useless files cuz goddamn, you know how Sam was after that thing the Trickster pulled on him? How organized and neat he was? My pc? Is on the exact opposite side of this spectrum. How do i always manage that is beyond me. It's starts all neat and organized and suddenly KABOOM. Jungle growth. And the worst part is that the jungle growth is actually fully functional. *headdesk* I'm an agent of chaos. Oh, Ethan Rayne, thou art my sire. Probably. Or something.
Grrrr. Maybe i should check out decluttering sites. See what sort of advice/suggestions they have. *sigh*
IT'S SUCH A BEYOOOOTIFUL MOOOOOOOOOOOOOORNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
ps Why didn't i know about this? Why? How could i NOT have known about it?? How? *shimmies along*
ETA: i've organized the writing folders in my pc. Spent the whole afternoon on it. And i still have the picture folder ahead *groan* Oh lord. I DREAD THIS FOLDER. IT'S AN EVIL FOLDER. *sobs*
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It's inconceivable to me that this mantra failed to garner you SEX.
You must have been doing it wrong.
ETA: Laughter counts for NOTHING. NOTHING, I TELLS YA!!!
Also, I am going to shops and then I am fic-cing all night. Stand by for morning delivery. \o/
Edited at 2008-07-25 10:47 am (UTC)
*sobs* Please don't say it doesn't count for anything. Laughter counts. It must count. Or else i'll start looking for lamp posts. Ahem.
ps Morning delivery your hour, or my hour? :) Either way, i'll try to get it done by saturday night my hour. *smish*
*types madly*
Keep on typing, lady! :) (i won't ping you today. Are you going to be ping-able tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow? I'll try to be pingable in case you haz questions.) *nod*
GO. BE INSPIRED. TYPE. DON'T THINK OF SEX.
Oh, SCREW YOU, LADY.
Why for you so EVIL????
And i'm not evil. I am most definitely not evil. Much. *dean grin* (see? Now you go tell me that laughter doesn't count for anything. Hm-hm.)
As long as your disorganization works for you, why mess with it?
And, it's not the disorganization that bugs me so much, it's the fact that i have useless files or programs. I have a thing for ridding myself of anything useless, you know?