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Sep. 15th, 2004 12:35 pmI totally managed to crash my computer last night. I'd get all pissy and ranty but the fact I had note tab, my ftp programme, Word, winamp, e-mail and about ten different browser screens open clearly shows it's my fault. Which is why I won't scream that Word's automatic save didn't work or I lost e-mails. As see, it was my fault. However, I will bang my head against the desk a while.
Also, my e-mail is doing the announcing mail and there's nothing there thing again, which is annoying and playing with my head a little.
Last gripe for today *g* James is at an assertiveness course today. He sets off at 8 to get there for 9 then phones me saying he can't find the place. So I look online and eventually find a basic map. Is it my fault he was in the wrong town? I told him where the place was, if he's in Newcastle and not the place he's supposed to be how am I supposed to know? Men *kicks them* With apologies to the men on my flist.
Wait, I have another. If the phone doesn't stop ringing I'm going to shove it in the freezer. I'm just saying.
The MPREG mini explosion has baffled me. Where did they all come from? Which is appropriate as that's what I always think when reading MPREG. 'But how did it get there?' Surprisingly the ones I've read I've liked because MPREG's never been my thing. Next thing you know I'll be printing out Chris in red silk panties stories and know I've gone insane. Which is where I say cross-dressing is good, just not my kink except for very specific circumstance,so don't kill me.
Reading the flist today I saw
yami_tai post about A-Ha. I loved that band so much and my bedroom walls were covered in posters of them. I was all about Mags for some reason. Morten and Pal were cool but Mags was special. I'd love to say that I didn't just Google A-Ha slash but I'd be lying ;)
Also, my e-mail is doing the announcing mail and there's nothing there thing again, which is annoying and playing with my head a little.
Last gripe for today *g* James is at an assertiveness course today. He sets off at 8 to get there for 9 then phones me saying he can't find the place. So I look online and eventually find a basic map. Is it my fault he was in the wrong town? I told him where the place was, if he's in Newcastle and not the place he's supposed to be how am I supposed to know? Men *kicks them* With apologies to the men on my flist.
Wait, I have another. If the phone doesn't stop ringing I'm going to shove it in the freezer. I'm just saying.
The MPREG mini explosion has baffled me. Where did they all come from? Which is appropriate as that's what I always think when reading MPREG. 'But how did it get there?' Surprisingly the ones I've read I've liked because MPREG's never been my thing. Next thing you know I'll be printing out Chris in red silk panties stories and know I've gone insane. Which is where I say cross-dressing is good, just not my kink except for very specific circumstance,so don't kill me.
Reading the flist today I saw