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I'll be on tomorrow. I just wanted to do this now. Because Christmas is fucking awesome. I figured I'd just be using the same banner I've been using the past three years (2006 | 2007 | 2008), but then I looked at it. Really looked at it. And decided that there were more flaws than good points and decided to remake it. I used the same picture and put the same text so it really didn't matter when all was said and done. But I like it.



And because it's been like two/three years since the last time I had a P00 day (I'm not sure if you guys even remember my P00 days), and because I'm in a good mood, here's all the images from that Christmas-y photo shoot. Which I've never shared in full with anyone, I don't think. ^^ ( Do you know that? )


And that's all, folks. Enjoy your freakin' holiday.

It occurred to me yesterday that I don't have the official It's You MV anywhere on my external or in my computer. I thought I did. I mean, I had three versions of the video, all labeled differently, but it seems I managed to obtain two separate versions of the leaked MV. Not that I'm really complaining because the difference in overall entertainment value is just sitting there punching people in the face, but I would have liked to have it, just so I can sit Steph down when she gets here to let her get punched in the face a few times.

And I only really noticed this because Super Junior is flushing itself down a very large toilet and I think I will miss them.


PS/EDIT: Check out this champion of a commenter. ↓

Someday, they will get mailed. Not today. But someday.

Dear Taecyeon,

As a resident of Massachusetts and as a giant person, I am compelled to love you. But you need to take racier pictures if you're gonna get butthurt about them being spread around. It was like looking at a slideshow of the most boring life on the planet. You know, aside from the hanging out with other members of 2PM bit. And the +Seulong picture was kind of like, oh hello. But other than that? Damn boring. Next time, take a picture of your junk or something. We'd appreciate it for the art it truly is.

~ Liz

Totally forgot to mention that I stepped on a nail in the basement a few days ago. It sucked and there was blood everywhere. I had to go get a Tetanus shot. And the resulting chaos and frustration of being given a lesser-known antibiotic wasn't worth the fixed heat in my house, which is the reason why I was cleaning in the basement in the first place. At least the urgency of the issue caused me to locate a new primary care physician?

Also pumped about Army of Two: The 40th Day and Bayonetta, but I don't have the money for one, let alone both. Damn you, Tyson and Salem for being so badass. And damn you, OXM for including Bayonetta on your demo disc.

One more. Don't tell me that you miss me and then ignore me. That's not cool. And don't say it's because you're busy or sick or whatever happens to be your current social/emotional gripe these days because that's bullshit. I'm sick constantly, as in I'm not getting better ever, and I still talk to people. And I'm not the one telling people I miss them and making myself look like an ass by not following up on that or even bothering to say hi once in a while. If I "miss someone", you bet your ass I'm going to be thinking about them until I get a chance to remedy the situation. You know, by talking to them. So like I said. Bullshit.

Shenanigans, even.

It's only like the best day of my life.

Alas, LiveJournal has redeemed itself. Everything can go back to normal now. False alarm. But still god damn scary. For the sake of my awesomeness, I've kept my ragetastic entry in full, but put it behind a cut for safe keeping. Or, you know, for the next time LJ pulls this shit.

( Woo! )

It took me roughly and hour and a half to go through my friends list. Shenanigans, LJ population. She-freaking-nanigans. And now, on top of that, I have like fifteen clips and lives I have to watch and relabel and tuck away into their respective folders and at this point I just don't want to. Maybe I'll play some god damn video games first.

And now, a letter.

Dear Heat In My House,

Fuck you. Fuck you and your god damn air in the pipes. When you pull shit like this, I have to go through my house and clean everything. I don't like doing that. My back and legs don't like when I do that, either. My condition does not leave room for this kind of bullshit. It's like you've never met my mother or something.

~ That bitch on the second floor

And last but not least, pictures that I had to clean out of my phone because it was bitching about the lack of space: ( The randomness makes them awesome. )

That should do it for me for today. Probably.