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Fuck. Me.

I just typed out a wonderfully long journal entry, hit "save entry", and MY INTERNET WENT OUT.

Fuck you, wireless connection.

Here's the gist:

♥ I love my SG friends, you guys rock my socks.
♥ I need to catch up on responding to comments.
♥ I want an antique typewriter, leather corsets, and pencil skirts.
♥ I bought I ♥ Huckabees this weekend.
♥ I recently fell in love with this [ ♥ ] symbol. God help us all.
♥ A picture update would be fun, but I need the boy to send me all the lovely pictures he's taken of yours truly recently...go harass him to do so: PhotoJoe
♥ I need to clean my room.
♥ I make kick-ass sugar cookies. Ask nicely and I'll bake you a tin

I also typed up a tiny scrap of prose I scrawled in Euro Fiction the other day, but the lovely internet/computer decided not to let me post it. Fuckers. I'll edit this entry to post it though

I'm off to bring the boy a present, because I'm a lovely girlfriend like that ♥

I love you kids like whoa! Leave me a pretty message and tell me something fascinating.

ex ♥ oh