
They said "Log!" SNORT.
Also, I took a test today that tells you your D&D stats and I got 3 for strength. >:D
Olive linked me to this JUST NOW. Please note that that is kind of scary. It scares me because it makes me feel like there really are people who should just die, and I don't spend much of my time really wishing death on people. (Mostly just I wish people I hate a life of misery and fear. Yup.)
Ummm. And, um. This is where I would normally put some real content. Umm. I should get my scanner working again, I have crap to scan. No, okay, maybe that's not really news.
That dream I had with Roy a couple of days ago is still following me around. Ngh.
EDIT: Mary Sues are (for the most part) fantasies generated by females, and I don't think there's enough breathing room allowed for those. They should be tolerated, and the authors of these stories should be allowed to stop putting out their embarrassing fantasies whenever they goshdarn want to.
EDIT: I'm going to take the FFXI Asura server comm off my flist. You know what that means? No more of those RETARDANDO furry icons. Yes.
EDIT: My flurry of edits before I go to bed. Ahhh.
Is it too late to get into Saiyuuki? The one with the four hot guys, of course. I think I might have the "the hots" for this Sanzou fellow. Hoo wee. Another blonde, Miss Robin?
EDIT: Wings? So five years ago. Not that I don't still like them. But what I like now is rocks. Attached to people's bodies. Not like earrings, like, on the skin. Yeah, SUPER rocks. See Erementar Gerad and Tales of Symphonia.
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God, if I ever met a talking fetus I'd check MYSELF into the loony bin.
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Key excerpts:
December 10th
My hair is growing. It is as bright and shiny as the sun. I wonder what kind of hair my mother has!
December 13th
My eyes are almost fully developed, but they are still shut. When mother brings me into the world, it will be full of sunshine and overflowing with flowers!
And then a song that rhymes things that don't reeeally rhyme. It overall focuses on guilting the mother with images of a nonexistant but infinitely loving and perfect child. Quality, though admittedly of debatable reality.