Beware the ramble.

( A rather philosophical discourse on the nature of X )

I'm sure some of you who were previously blissfully unaware are beginning to realise how deep my obsession runs when I get attached to something. ^^; Sorry... I generally try not to be QUITE so excessively intense about it, at least not outwardly, but I suppose it's the early morning hours that encourage me shamelessly.
Moral: No one should ever give me access to my obsession and a means to rant about it after midnight.

... I ate a punnet of strawberries. [/random]

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I'm writing X fic again and I don't know where I'm going with it. Help me. *drowns in own writing*

Also, no one is online and it's driving me, quite simply, CRAZY. Ooh look, 11:11. Um, that was random. But the fact remains that no one is online and I'm probably going to be around for another 5 hours and I doubt anyone is going to COME online, because the only people who have been regularly on at the same time as me recently are Ji, Cori and Fahye. Fahye's in Melbourne, Ji said earlier she wouldn't be because of Latin, and Cori can't always come on. *sigh* Like I said, I suspect I may spiral into insanity and write something either insanely angsty or insanely cracky. Which... okay, is not that different from usual. I'LL know the difference.

I just found out that I accidentally made a phone call that cost $81. I promised to pay my parents back. *FACEPALM* My hard earned cash! *laments*

I have also attempted to start knitting because I am a doormat. I have come to the conclusion that knitting is evil, and also that I am afraid of it. Yes, I am AWARE exactly how absurd that is, especially since I'm afraid of succeeding. Oo; I never claimed to make sense.