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Dear Gmail:

KISS MY SHINY METAL ASS!

I have decided it is aluminium. But not pronounced properly! No, no indeed. My ass is aloooooooooooominum. I have an aloooooooooooominum ass. Shiny and alliterative! With many handy attachments, all of which I present to your waiting non-lips. I may even wiggle it a little.

In case the point has passed you by, dazzled as you are by the shiny, WORK, DAMMIT!

Ta, luv.

Nny

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Hokay. I have bombay mix, I have pineapple juice, I have a ridiculous assortment of cushions, and if I look in the fridge I can pretty much guarantee houmous... plus stupid amounts of tea. Me and Skeevy are gonna sit over here and attempt to keep our shoes dry - it's not really wank, from what I've seen, but there might be a dribble or two. And this post? Right here? Wank free zone. Whatever you might be upset about, leave it behind and come hang out. Bring cake!

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<td align="center"> Nny --
[noun]:

A lewd street performer

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com</td>

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The Group Dynamics of Online Interaction.

I think everyone should read this.

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Man, it's weird when you can see artists around you improving, and you can see writers around you improving, and everyone's RP is getting so much better, and then there's you. DINNA DINNA DINNA DINNA RUT GIRL!

Or possibly something that sounds significantly less filthy.

I'm hoping it's one of those things it's difficult to see from the inside. I'm hoping I'm not really in the exact same place, writing-wise, as I was when I started this journal. 'cos that's just depressing.



I think I should get at least one Yoshitomo Nara icon, in other news. Mum's decided I look like a picture called Eastern Youth and I can't stop laughing. Unfortunately I can't find it online or I'd show you why I'm giggling so hard; I'll work on it. :D