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Like the title says; "Mneeeeuuugh".

Thanks to the great starship commander we still live, completely oblivious of our little air bubbles we live in. Pop pop and we go, "oh no!". It's really a great big pity to be honest. (Of course as much as a shame it is we cannot deny that this is how things are, and things could have been much worse...). To be locked into you're cupboard can be a blast, and special powers may be delivered upon you're soul for such willingness to enlighten the mind from the bubbles whilst still showing a keen will to live on.

Who/what can POSSIBLY reward us for the accuracy of our bubbly-spectrum? who/what could possibly gague our rainbow of coloured poppables? Who/what even knows of such a spectrum? Such a different plane of planes of reality?

Fuck if I know.

SO! I doubt anybody ever bothers to read these entries, not surprising as those so fuckin far and few between. But, those of you who do; Suvi and I are merging mwuahaha. ie. This IRC thingy will soon be hosting both my shit and her crap. (So to speak).

*Kashwaam!*

*Pow!*

Ok so I was wrong, wasn't 14 days. But whatever! Only 7 to go! Woohoo! Christmas eve at Suvis!! Hiiiiiiih. It BETTER bloody snow before then.

Yeah.

Whoo hooo! I have IRC! Thanks again Karl for settin' me up :D

Well now, this should be fun. Looks really cool, all these buttons - and they all DO something! Wheee!

14 days to Christmas y'all!