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| 2004-05-14, 2:11 a.m. : And the ones that Mother gives you don't do anything at all | ||
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Well bleargh. I was planning on going to bed several hours ago and getting up in just a few more. This is not going to happen, and it's my own damn fault. Let's just say that there's a hell of a lot you can do when you're procrastinating against doing the thing you're supposed to be doing. In other words, I reordered my music playlist, read some fanfiction, and went into the bathroom and took two hours turning my hair into dreadlocks. It looks fucking awesome. Of course, I have no way of posting pictures online anymore, so you'll have to send me an instant message to ask to see. And then you'll just have to wait until I actually have a picture. After all, I have no digital camera, no scanner, and my webcam is six hours away from being useful at a minimum. So take my word for it, kids. My hair fucking rocks. And now I'm finally going to get around to redoing my resume.
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