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Hey Folks!!
Hi! Guess what? I feel light as a feather now that the Clothes Swap From Hell is all wrapped up! I'm being horribly lazy and reading my friends list and glancing every so often at the big pouting alien in the corner who seems to think I should be writing but ha! Scew him, he made me bleed my own blood trying to get his ass into the clothes swap thing.
What I'm feeling is, I want to change my icons out. Yes, it's that time again. Thing is for most folks it's probably a simple matter of deleting what you don't want but for me, I have this complicated (read compulsive) system for organizing my icons, and a task that for most folks might take a--what--half hour or less? For me takes days--days! Ha! I am insane.
Take today for instance. I went to Lowes to price kitchen cabinets. A simple thing, I had measurements and all, I only needed to plug in the prices. But nope, I managed to make it a nitpickers fest. Now, this nice clean printed out sheet of paper is covered with cryptic remarks and undecipherable symbols--I need a fucking Virgil Swann to figure out what I've got here. It's rarely boring in my head, that's for sure.
anyway that's how I ended up in Tom Cruise's hotel room, with a the Tub-O-Peanut Butter Flavored lube, and him screaming, 'yes god yes, from now on I'll tell the truth, spank me harder MizzRose' and even though he did steal Big Bertha, (the world's only gas-powered dildo)turn's out he's not so bad, he just needs a firm loving hand...now don't you wish you'd clicked on that cut?
What I'm feeling is, I want to change my icons out. Yes, it's that time again. Thing is for most folks it's probably a simple matter of deleting what you don't want but for me, I have this complicated (read compulsive) system for organizing my icons, and a task that for most folks might take a--what--half hour or less? For me takes days--days! Ha! I am insane.
Take today for instance. I went to Lowes to price kitchen cabinets. A simple thing, I had measurements and all, I only needed to plug in the prices. But nope, I managed to make it a nitpickers fest. Now, this nice clean printed out sheet of paper is covered with cryptic remarks and undecipherable symbols--I need a fucking Virgil Swann to figure out what I've got here. It's rarely boring in my head, that's for sure.
anyway that's how I ended up in Tom Cruise's hotel room, with a the Tub-O-Peanut Butter Flavored lube, and him screaming, 'yes god yes, from now on I'll tell the truth, spank me harder MizzRose' and even though he did steal Big Bertha, (the world's only gas-powered dildo)turn's out he's not so bad, he just needs a firm loving hand...now don't you wish you'd clicked on that cut?