January 2010
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The cosplay song.
Cosplay, cosplay. Everybody dance. Cosplay, cosplay. It took 3 months to make these pants.
Cosplay, cosplay. I just glued my hand to my head. Cosplay, cosplay. Someone’s touching me; that’s weird!
Cosplay is awesome. Cosplay is grand. It’s better than being on my lonesome. And playing with my hand.
Cosplay, cosplay. Hip hip hooray. Cosplay, cosplay. I’m totally not...
Hotel
Booked
:D
How could you not know what animal Arthur is?
He sings it.
A-A-R-D-V-A-R-K.
/failbookhalfrant.
All of a sudden
I really, really…really. want to see Green Day.
…really.
Dad's booking flights today.
:D
“We have no need of your lucky heather, gypsy woman.”
– Sherlock Holmes
I still have scrunched up Green Day cannon jizz on...
Yeah. I don’t clean my room often enough…
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Ugh all these people care about with the move is...
To be honest, all I could care about is getting away from the vomit on the sidewalk every morning and the constant smell of piss every time we step out of the building.
We’re not moving for another year or so anyway, and by then, I’ll only have about 8 months left with my apprenticeship.
If anything, now I want to get away from some of the people, not the building.
I think I'll buy a little printer/scanner thing.
I’m sick of having to put things on the network and go to everyone else’s computers to print a tiny picture, or whatever. Plus dad bought mum’s printer cheap ink, so everything comes out completely wrong, and the hugantic printer I’d been using has run out of cyan, but there’s no point buying more because nobody else uses it, and it’s very out of date.
Grandma...
My work office is moving.
Oh happy day :D :D :D
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WatchHere’s the interview :) Pre-warning: It’s 9 minutes long.
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Eels, eels. Give it up now.
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