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Now, this is my kind of snow globe. ;)

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Nine in the morning, and my train of thought has already lost its engineer.

I think I need to look at Jake Foley in boxers. Mmm, yes.

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Stupid laptop!

*troutwallops*

Let me upload my Jake/Rogue story, you electronic asshat!

I swear, if my parents buy me a computer for Christmas, I'm pulling an "Office Space" and sledgehammering your lazy, pathetic ass.

That's right. Tremble in fear, muthafucka --

*computer shuts down*

Aw, damn it. Evil fuckstick.

Oh, yeah, laptop. Just take in the icon and let the nightmares begin.

Phone Post

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Phone Post

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You remember that episode of PeeWee's Playhouse where PeeWee said he loved potato salad, and everybody else said, "Well, why don't you marry it?" And then he really did?

I feel that way after every episode of "Jake 2.0". *snuggles*

( And now, my moment of zen ... )

GIP!

*hugs and thanks taraljc, then bounds off to swoon over her new default*

If anybody's looking for me, I'll be over in the corner licking my icon.

No, seriously.