There's a lot of crap on FFN, but I trawl it anyway because... well, why not? Um. Yeah, it's not a very good reason. Shhh. Anyway, in one particularly bad fic Fuuma called Seishirou something rather amusing in a stupid way:
Sakurabaka.
At first I thought it was a typo. Then I realised it was probably on purpose. Heh. Not that I advocate its use in fanfiction, but... I can sort of see Hokuto calling him that. *cough*
For the last few days, during the day and after my parents have gone to bed I've been dragging the armchair over to the computer desk. That? Best idea I've ever had. So much more comfortable, dammit! Now, if only they'd hurry up and go to bed so I could have my armchair back...
My- hang on, I'm not very good with anatomy... womb? Whatever the hell- is in pain. A lot of pain. Woe. I hate being female sometimes. I took my second dose nurefen for the day, but it hasn't kicked in yet.
One day I may overdose on nurefen, not because I want to, but because nurefen look like skittles and it's always tempting to shake out a whole handful. *pause* Only mildly tempting. You know, about as tempting as it is to jump of the balcony in the school hall. And I KNOW that's not just me because I've heard several people express the same sentiment.
Ow. Ow. This really does kill. Ow. Note to self, expand vocaculary beyond 'ow'.
... ow.
Frar, I'm writing your challenge-thingy and it's incredibly hard. Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn you.
Also, over the last few days what with sad attempts to download Tokyo Babylon and music and much more successful attempts to procure music videos (mostly really painful X ones that make me cry), my download limit has been suffering a lot of abuse. Uh oh. *shifty look* Ah well. I'll... sort something out.
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