Thursday, December 18, 2003

Umm, Duh? >_<


What Is This "Forest" You Speak Of?

New journal is HERE.

I shall be QUEEN of the Lemmings! I said JUMP, damnit! Over the cliff now, hurry hurry, hurry scurry, fast as you can! ^_~

Wishing all a happy holiday season, especially a wonderful person I haven't heard from in awhile.

Sorry I haven't been around ^^;

Almost Famous


Close, But No Banana

Actually, no. I'm packing up the other two journals and moving them over, since an LJ is what I wanted in the first freakin' place, well over two years ago.

Yeah yeah, I'm following the crowd. I don't care *smiles prettily.*

I know this journal in particular has an archive transfer option, but that's for bringing someone else's files over to here. Have to poke around. If all else fails I'll get ahold of the ones I really really want to keep using my two friends: Select All and Copy. (A couple of dreams and things. I don't know. The years of brain detritus that I've gathered. I'm sort of attached to it. *sigh*.)

I'm here at the office; I'll see about email since unfortunately the floppy disk I had with "Dusk" on it is making this awful grinding noise and causing error messages all over the place...

*Addresses the floppy in her best Darth Vader voice* You have failed me for the last time.

No worries, it's also on the HD at home :^)

Did I mention? Company Christmas party. NICE restaurant. Free drinks. And me in my seethru shirt with the roses.

Gotta hop onto the school's Atlas system, set up a short term loan. Among other fun things.

What? What? No I'm not telling you my VID number >^D

Later on, peeps.

Monday, December 15, 2003

Oh, Look, It Doesn't Have A Title


You May Fire At Will

Real quick: lyrics. (The bolding trick, like many good ideas, is all Amy's doing.)

I ain't never seen baby scared...

She got a motorcade, she got a monorail
Goin' coast to coast on the campaign trail
Playin' decks of cards in an armored car
She got kung-fu stars as a body guard...

She's got a miracle she doesn't want at all

She's got everything set from A to Z,
She got it all down tight, she got nothin wrong,
She's got the whole wide world singin' baby's song

--Fluke, "Atom Bomb"

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