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Apr. 11th, 2005 10:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
exsequarIt's incredibly frustrating that throughout the day I think of a bazillion things to talk about in my LJ, but by the time I get home they have all wooshed out of my head.
So instead of all the very insightful and no doubt fascinating things I was going to talk to you about, I'll leave you with a lyric:
"The truth doesn't always have to hurt" ~Papa Roach, "Stop Looking"
That song also contains the word "fuckify". Interesting, eh?
This post was utterly pointless.
So instead of all the very insightful and no doubt fascinating things I was going to talk to you about, I'll leave you with a lyric:
"The truth doesn't always have to hurt" ~Papa Roach, "Stop Looking"
That song also contains the word "fuckify". Interesting, eh?
This post was utterly pointless.
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Date: 2005-04-12 02:27 am (UTC)Today, while I was sitting around waiting for the darned water trough to fill up (the grass grows faster, I swear) I thought of all kinds of things to put in the next chapter of the incredibly pathetic excuse for an AU fic I'm writing...and by the time I turned off the water, recoiled the hose, put the feed buckets back in the barn, and drove home, I'd forgotten it all.
Early-onset senility. It's a tragic thing. :oP
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Date: 2005-04-13 05:59 am (UTC)