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Aug. 28th, 2004 02:20 pmHow the hell can I have 167 DVDs and not know what to watch? Either I'm horribly indecisive or this is the DVD collector's version of having fifty-seven channels and nothing to watch. *grumbles*
EDIT: Today's reason for me to hate Bush is that fucking Olympics commercial. Dude, nobody wants you to use it -- give it a rest. Sheesh.
CREEPY WHISTLING NEIGHBOR OF EDIT: I dare you to write a fanfic of less than 25 words in a fandom you've never written in and post it in the comments, just 'cause.
SQUEALING FANGIRL STALKER OF EDIT: You know what I thought would be fun? If the people going to Dragon*Con next week could see who was the most famous person they could get to leave a voicemail on my cell phone. But then I realized that was dorky. Like, really dorky.
LAZY WRITER ROOMMATE OF EDIT: Am working on characters for that story I said I'd finish by my birthday. Urgh. My brain hurts.
EDIT: Today's reason for me to hate Bush is that fucking Olympics commercial. Dude, nobody wants you to use it -- give it a rest. Sheesh.
CREEPY WHISTLING NEIGHBOR OF EDIT: I dare you to write a fanfic of less than 25 words in a fandom you've never written in and post it in the comments, just 'cause.
SQUEALING FANGIRL STALKER OF EDIT: You know what I thought would be fun? If the people going to Dragon*Con next week could see who was the most famous person they could get to leave a voicemail on my cell phone. But then I realized that was dorky. Like, really dorky.
LAZY WRITER ROOMMATE OF EDIT: Am working on characters for that story I said I'd finish by my birthday. Urgh. My brain hurts.
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Date: 2004-08-28 07:42 pm (UTC)Jack woke up. He hadn't been awake for 24 hours. He rolled over, smiled at Teri, then went back to sleep. Just another ordinary day.