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Chickeny layer Diaryland has been pretty laggy lately. I guess that makes sense, what with the tons of folks on it, but it's still frustrating. Not that I have too terribly much to write on. Today was spent propelling much of my mind's grey matter out of my nose. Or, y'know, maybe just snot, due to excessive sneezing, but still. Ugh. Now my stomach is all gucci because of the drainage. That's life for me. Gucci stomachs all around. So I've been playing like heck with Photoshop, and sorry James, I'll work on that photo you requested soon, but right now I'm just playing around, and getting to understand the features better. I'd hate for you to have another inverse farmer's tan. *wink* I need to get my cello fixed. Mom has made it my project to get me playing at least something. You know. Before PawPaw... um... yeah... So no pressure or anything. Sigh. I can do it, I know. I learned guitar fine. I can do this. I can. Whimper. But I'll try, either way. That's what matters. Hey, contest time! No answer required really. I just figure I'll give a pat on the back to any Buffy fans who place the episodes I quote. This one is easy cheesy. Just because. The quote'll be down at the bottom under the music I'm listening to. Mmm... Yorn-y. I went swimming today. Kind of. I kind of just got in and realized: "I don't really wanna be swimming," so I just kind of ended up floating there, until I got out and into the people soup. Or the hot tub. But it was really hot. So it was like people soup. Only we weren't tasty, I don't think. Ew. I just grossed myself out. And with that thought, I bid you adieu. <-Ghost-> |
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