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Dishonesty really pisses me off. Being reminded of dishonesty that I made myself vulnerable to pisses me off even more.
I will never, ever wear red clothing again. I washed a red shirt with a bunch of lights. Said red shirt? Never washed before.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
channonyarrow does not wear a salmon-pink skirt that was formerly khaki. And I'm pretty sure that my blue and white Harry Potter towel isn't supposed to be blue and pink, because it makes Harry look like he has the plague.
On the other hand, I have two pairs of identical socks except that one is pink and the other is white and I do not know if the pair in the washer is the first or the second pair. That makes me laugh.
Oh, and a third thing. In preparation for LJ jumping the shark and making itself into SixApartJunior (because the media attention on the child molestors on MySpace is worth way more than bloggers with disposable income, and all those MySpace lovin' bloggers are going to cough up the dosh when everyone else evacuates) I have rediscovered that I did, in fact, register channonyarrow on GJ. This is, of course, only in the event of more "everybody out of the pool!" fuckery on the part of SixApart.
When the apocalypse comes, you can find me on GJ.
In a spirit of productivity, I have been considering the drabbles I owe people and working on the website, and on a supasekrit project that might, possibly, involve My First Foray into D&D 3.5, and what I can say about that is that I have some trepidation. Note that I have not got any of my word debt made up. On the other hand, the website's nearly done, and several of the drabbles are only awaiting pen to paper. I might wind up being very productive the week of the fourth, given that out of eight people in my office, THREE will be there. I wouldn't either, except that I don't have vacation and I don't have THAT many personal days. But unless the weather's really good (as in not uber hot) it's better to go in anyway, as they have aircon, and I so don't.
I am giving myself one week to get this word debt sorted out.
EDIT OF OH:
Dear Seventh Sense players,
Just FYI, I do not give a tin shit if you restart the game. And all I can say is that you're a lot of self-abuse experts if you think that friending me on Y! will give you the opportunity to defend why you made the call that I am a raging bitch, or whatever-the-hell-else you want to say. You know why? Because I don't care if you think I'm a bitch. Seriously, I don't. It's more pressing to me to figure out where the hell the Globe gets off with this whole Laura Leaves George thing than it is to find out what you have to say. This does not mean that I'm not up for a good laugh, so I'm allowing friend requests at the moment. But I am sitting here laughing my head off. I think it's ultimately pathetic that you have this OMG BIG SEKRIT that I can't know about so of course I do know, and now it's like some of you have to come running to me to-what? explain yourselves? try to poke fun at me that I'm no longer involved in a game that's going to be utter crap? something else entirely?
Get over yourselves. Let's build tiny bridges to facilitate that process.
Love bunches,
Moi
I will never, ever wear red clothing again. I washed a red shirt with a bunch of lights. Said red shirt? Never washed before.
channonyarrow does not wear a salmon-pink skirt that was formerly khaki. And I'm pretty sure that my blue and white Harry Potter towel isn't supposed to be blue and pink, because it makes Harry look like he has the plague.On the other hand, I have two pairs of identical socks except that one is pink and the other is white and I do not know if the pair in the washer is the first or the second pair. That makes me laugh.
Oh, and a third thing. In preparation for LJ jumping the shark and making itself into SixApartJunior (because the media attention on the child molestors on MySpace is worth way more than bloggers with disposable income, and all those MySpace lovin' bloggers are going to cough up the dosh when everyone else evacuates) I have rediscovered that I did, in fact, register channonyarrow on GJ. This is, of course, only in the event of more "everybody out of the pool!" fuckery on the part of SixApart.
When the apocalypse comes, you can find me on GJ.
In a spirit of productivity, I have been considering the drabbles I owe people and working on the website, and on a supasekrit project that might, possibly, involve My First Foray into D&D 3.5, and what I can say about that is that I have some trepidation. Note that I have not got any of my word debt made up. On the other hand, the website's nearly done, and several of the drabbles are only awaiting pen to paper. I might wind up being very productive the week of the fourth, given that out of eight people in my office, THREE will be there. I wouldn't either, except that I don't have vacation and I don't have THAT many personal days. But unless the weather's really good (as in not uber hot) it's better to go in anyway, as they have aircon, and I so don't.
I am giving myself one week to get this word debt sorted out.
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EDIT OF OH:
Dear Seventh Sense players,
Just FYI, I do not give a tin shit if you restart the game. And all I can say is that you're a lot of self-abuse experts if you think that friending me on Y! will give you the opportunity to defend why you made the call that I am a raging bitch, or whatever-the-hell-else you want to say. You know why? Because I don't care if you think I'm a bitch. Seriously, I don't. It's more pressing to me to figure out where the hell the Globe gets off with this whole Laura Leaves George thing than it is to find out what you have to say. This does not mean that I'm not up for a good laugh, so I'm allowing friend requests at the moment. But I am sitting here laughing my head off. I think it's ultimately pathetic that you have this OMG BIG SEKRIT that I can't know about so of course I do know, and now it's like some of you have to come running to me to-what? explain yourselves? try to poke fun at me that I'm no longer involved in a game that's going to be utter crap? something else entirely?
Get over yourselves. Let's build tiny bridges to facilitate that process.
Love bunches,
Moi
