But never mind! I IS GOOD!

Also, my head? Made of steel, man! Steel has nothing on me! I'm telling ya, I'm freaking Superman! The Smallville emo version, though.

This post is brought to you by brain on scramble. Now is the time to run.

Sense is overrated, surely.

Did you miss me? Or am I back too soon? :D

Well, I missed you guys. (Also, I missed porn. I REALLY missed porn.) Sis printed a bunch of stuff to me but my mind was kinda woozy and it rejected to splice words into coherent sentences.

I feel a LOT better now, just a little whiny and grumpy (and bumpy) but it has been pointed out to me that that's my usual behaviour. :|

Thank you so much for all the lovely wishes for a speedy recovery, they were (ARE!) muchly appreciated. ♥♥♥ And perhaps magically successful.

I've been sort of stalking you for a day or two, mostly looking at titles and pictures like a six-year-old. (Well, like a very perverted six-year-old.) I feel really, really GOOD today and I hope it will last.

So, I'm gonna go and stalk you some more, and answer some comments, and look at some art and hopefully read some FLUFF!

Oh, how we needs it, precious!

I need short, sweet, fluffy and porny stuff! And guess what? The majority of my flist writes short, sweet, fluffy and porny stuff! *hugs and molests y'all (most tiredly)*

Though my comments/reviews probably won't be very detailed. (Heh! See what I did there? I'm shamelessly using my current predicament to justify the fact that I'm a lousy reviewer who rarely manages to come up with something more than, "Oh, that was great!") *smirk* Ow.

I probably won't be writing for awhile, but I have these weird plot ideas, and I don't think I'll be able to stay away for very long. I mean, really, the minute I felt a bit better I actually GOT UP and FOUND my laptop. WHICH WAS HIDDEN! HIDDEN FROM ME! Can you believe it? Now that I have my laptop, you're so screwed (LOL! I said screwed! (I'm a six-year-old currently, remember?)); you're not getting rid of me. Do you realize I have NOTHING to do? Except sleep? I'll stalk you SO HARD, it'll border on dub-con.

I'm at my parents' house (my plants, idrilc! Water!) and my parents are really sweet (and overbearing) but they're always HOME! ALWAYS! So if I won't write, it's probably not because I don't feel okay, but because my MOM! is looking over my shoulder! *flails* Plz to be giving me my privacy back! And my cigarettes. And my other nasty habits! Kthnxbi.

And is it weird that I'm stressing over not being stressed?

I'll probably spam you with stupid posts. Feel free to ignore me.

Oh, also. I'm gonna be HOME for quite some time, you know. So when I stop spamming you with THE ST00PID, I'll start spamming you with THE FIC! Which is, arguably, the same thing. /WHOA! Insecure moment.

WAIT!

I'm over it.

P.S. Ben Barnes (Prince Caspian) is such a dork. I love him. *points at icon*

P.S. I WANT MY SLIPPERS. My parents' dog is so silly. He lies down on my slippers, and when I tell him to give them BACK, he looks at me with this INNOCENT, PUZZLED expression, and THEN, he looks around as if saying, "Where? What? I don't see them!" like he's not AWARE that he's lying RIGHT ON TOP OF THEM! And then when I say his name more sternly, he jumps up, grabs one (though he tries to grab both, but he always fails at which point I start laughing because he looks ridiculous, and I can't really stop him) and he runs out of the room and hides beneath the kitchen table. And then I have to wait for someone to get it back and then it's SO DROOLY! And my feet are bare! *cry*

I mean, how does he KNOW when I plan to get up, because he shows up right THEN? How? I'm aware he's happy to see me and he wants to play, but arghhhh!

P.S. TMI! OMG! My mom won't let me lock the bathroom door. ("What if you faint in there, honey?") She hid the key. DUDE, I CANNOT CONCENTRATE!

P.S. My journal looks ugly because I've disabled customized pages thingy. Because I'm currently not seeing very well. *hugs Mozilla add-ons* Automatically attaching ?style=mine to every LJ link? Bless it!