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Stolered from Trin.

Find the nr. 1 song on the billboard list the day you were born!
1. Go to billboard.com
2. Choose "Charts", then "Hot 100", then "Chart archives"
3. Pick the date you were born

Amanda by Boston
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ukqM6jm8oI

Considering the purchase of The Vesuvius Club, the first novel in Mark Gatiss' Lucifer Box series. Hmm hmm hmm. But if I buy that, I'll have to postpone buying the DVD box of the first season of the new Doctor Who. Hmmmm.

Ahh, first world problems. <_<

Anyone who's interested in a Christmas/whatever card from me should give me a shout in the near future. :3 They should also either give (or remind me of) their addresses.

_{I seriously need to start keeping a file of those bloody addresses.}

Every time I see that poem title, Nik Kershaw's song starts playing in my head. I really should update.

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Go sign up for Secret Santa 2011! You know you want to.
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Google "text on nails" and you'll find instructions. :)

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Waaaait. It's 11th of November and I featured a poem about a soldier. I wasn't even consciously thinking about the date. Wut? <_< Strange little coinkydink.

Analysing Oedipus as a character. La de da.

Yet again I am faced with so much piled-up work, both online and in real life, that it almost gets hard to breathe around the anxiety. Come oooon. You can do it.

This has been the pointless "whining about my own self-sabotage" post of the day. I shall now proceed to calm the fuck down.

Angel statues have now gained a (semi-)permanent creepy status. Thanks so much, Doctor.

I dreamt I found a fox cub. It was all dirty and cold and starving and flea-infested, but I took it into a friend's house and procured some food. I had just decided that I should probably take it to a zoo or an animal shelter or something when my alarm rang, so I suppose I'll never find out what happened. Sounds like a boring dream, I know, but I was very fond of that cub and the dream stayed in my brain.

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To do over the weekend: Elftown stuff. Lots of it. I've been neglectful for way too long.

Also, an attempt shall be made to kick my butt into gear and start taking proper care of my ET responsibilities again. Sorry, folks. Real life keeps happening.

So. As of today, J and I are officially common-law spouses. Let's see how this goes.

Mail-sending friends, plz to note the change of address in my private info box. :3

"You so beautiful, like a teddybear sliding down a rainbow into a pot of honey, but when the teddy bear comes out of the honey it isn't stickey, because your so fucking sexy you make honey lose its stickyness."

Message on okCupid. Brilliant penmanship. Astonishing, really.