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Tuesday, April 26, 2005



(6:49 pm PT) - brain imploded, send replacement
[link] - (weird)

Mina and ElsewhereCW, thanks for the heads up on KKM. I mainly wanted an idea on how many DVDs I'm looking at getting. (And if I can be patient enough, or beg someone for subs between discs.)

LN has been a very busy sitelady. Yes, indeed. So busy that her brain imploded, leaving behind green mucky bits that oozed out her eyeballs with php code mixed in. So if you have a replacement to spare, dunk it in lots of Potion lube and send it to her. If you don't know what Potion lube is, you'll have to ask Kalli, who pointed out Paupu lube might sting.

Besides, you could only get Paupu lube from Cid in Traverse Town, whereas any decent to mediocre rp game should have a potion lube.


Wednesday, November 26, 2003



(3:18 am PT) - I'm so out of it it's not funny
[link] - (weird)

Dear Superego,
     It's over. I'm running away with Id. We're going to have many little psychotic breaks together.
Goodbye forever,
Ego



Wednesday, October 01, 2003



(12:15 pm PT) - I feel weird
[link] - (weird)

My younger brother, (my only brother), has just acquired dsl on his comp.

The internet is going to get a lot weirder for me, I just know it.


Sunday, September 14, 2003



(11:47 am PT) - For a weird mood, call 1-555-ondrugs
[link] - (weird)

The current site title title is courtesy of remembering an old post from Korax. I have an urge to make a site with that name, but I don't know what I'd "serve" on it.


Saturday, March 22, 2003



(8:40 am PT) - When I'm making multiple posts per day, assume I'm in a quasi-mania
[link] - (weird)

To all parties involved, the next is a political statement. If you have beef with it, know this, I don't want to hear it. This political statement will probably be offensive, especially to delicate sensibilities. (In which case, you shouldn't even be here.) It is most definitely a anti-Bush type of statement, and I will allow one to believe it's anti-war, though I find any similarity to that label vague at best. If you are not up to it, I say wait about ten days and check back, then this post will have scrolled down by then.

...

still here? Your choice.

::cracks fingers::

I know what the real deal is behind this war. Ladies and gentlemen, it's sex. Or in Bush's case, a severe lack of it. What, don't believe me? Well let me point out, when Clinton was getting his weenie whacked by Monica, you didn't see him trying to blow anybody up, did you?

Thank you, that is all.


Tuesday, March 11, 2003



(10:00 pm PT) - Ugh
[link] - (weird)

Things are still strange, both RL and in my head. I don't know how to begin sorting either one out.

Domino - You said Sundays you stay up late, yes? What other days? Try to mark one to catch you on AIM with. (I know you're usually on, I'm the one flaking/freaking out most times.

Mirchan - You especially I've been missing, haven't I? I'm so going to try for tomorrow. Again, I've just been in the weird zone longer than normal.

Kit - I'm holding up Notus, as you already know from BT. Sorry. If Dagger could post, maybe I can figure out something, even if she doesn't interact with us yet. Just a boost will help. Oh yes, I'll send ziplocks and blanks tomorrow.

There's more. I know there's more, but I'm sitting in a grey patch of existing and I've lost my way. I'll need a mental flashlight to get out of here. Cross your fingers...


Monday, January 20, 2003



(4:08 pm PT) - Ahhh
[link] - (weird)

I am mildly envious of this person, who I believe is called Whitney. Why? She (least I'm assuming gender here) sounds very content with life. So I shall do the unforgiveable sin of vicarious living for the next five minutes and read her front page.

I wish I knew quirky people IRL that I could easily get to.

In other knews, I am cramping and plan on stuffing the mother unit's boyfriend down the toilet, headfirst.

Oh yes, finished first X -kai- 'paper, finished Gojyo 'paper. Not sharing yet. Want to finish second X -kai- paper and do upbeat GojyoxHakkai 'paper, then I share.

Also, anyone in the Los Angeles are who reads Japanese and works for cheap, enquire within. I want X -kai- translated. I want to share it with the world.


Saturday, December 07, 2002



(8:40 pm PT) - Come hell and... nevermind.
[link] - (weird)

Hola, Mina. To answer your question, unfortunately, no. I don't have any place/one to escape to even for a little while. There's one acquaintance, but she's recently developed a drug addiction, (ecstacy, I think), so I don't want to jump from frying pan to fryer. Relatives? Hah, I'd be more likely to kill the distant ones as I am the close ones right not.

Don't let my seemingly appearing rationale fool you, either. You didn't get the letters my therapist did. I think it read like a #1 horror fic from the way she was looking over it. Though frankly, a stay in mental sounds nice, at least it'd be quiet.

Don't worry too much, I'll get through it. (It's just a question of my mental state when I do.) In the meantime, I bitch and moan (a lot) here.

In other news, Shishi-chan is done. Complete list here. But know the bum deal? LJ isn't currently taking any new mood themes. ¬.¬ Well one I get the time, I'll go back and edit these posts for the category fuction and use them myself. If anyone has a place to store images on their own and wants to use them, feel free.

Now, let's see what other project I can tackle...


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