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Thank you to whoever left a comment on the Lesbian Pirates site about how much they dislike today's YU+ME page. I'm so glad you figured out my secret code, in which taking down the comment box on YU+ME actually means I want you to go leave comments on another site for another story. I admit, it wasn't an easy code to figure out. Most people figured I took down the comment box on YU+ME because I didn't want to hear any more comments about how much people hate this or that. Others decided to use the forum that I have set up for YU+ME. But you are among the handful of really smart people who saw beyond the obvious. Thank you for your oh-so-helpful comment about how much you hate today's art. Just for you, I'm going to spend another 3 sleepless nights redrawing several pages, because you took the trouble to circumvent my system and make sure I saw your Very Important Opinion. I hope everyone keeps going to Lesbian Pirates to leave comments about YU+ME. I do so love that. Love, Megan PS: Everything above was actually sarcastic. PPS: This isn't why all the comments on Lesbian Pirates are gone. It really was an accident that they got deleted. PPPS: I am still filled with pseudoephedrine. Tags: lpfos, reader responses
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Duvel zegt: O_ò Duvel zegt: hahahahahha that smiley MIHO zegt: XDDDDDDDD Duvel zegt: O_ò Duvel zegt: hahaahahahahahha XD MIHO zegt: you are easily amused : D Duveltje zegt: O_ò Duveltje zegt: gagaggaghahahhaah XD Duveltje zegt: yeah sometimes I am. --- AND we're gonna watch the X Japan Hong Kong concert in the week end, FUCK YES!!!! I love Duvel and Bennie. Tags: chat conversations, friends
Current Mood:  amused
Current Music: D.T.R - Special song message or whatever that thing may be called
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I have been sick all weekend. Since Thursday, actually. I know, I know, I'm always sick. Well, this sick made the sick of the previous six months seem like a frolic through some very healthy daisies. I am filled with medicine today. The good stuff. The kind they put your name on a list when you buy it. I feel like I am swimming through syrup... in a good way. I feel like I can relate to cotton balls on a deeper level. I figured out the meaning of life, but it was actually somewhat boring and I forgot it while I dragged a trash bag filled with used tissues down the stairs. My mouth tastes like bacon socks. (Why has R. Stevens not created bacon socks yet?) The medicine seems to be working, though. For the first time in several weeks, I can shut my mouth and breathe at the same time. Not for a long time, mind you. I have a feeling things will be said and done today that I will later regret. I will chalk this up to the medicine. Knowing this, I will do even more regrettable things, knowing I can blame it on the medicine. Of course, having admitted this, I can no longer blame the medicine, even for things I didn't do on purpose, because everyone will think I did do them on purpose while planning to blame it on the medicine. I should go back to bed. I actually still have to go to work today. There is too much to do, so I can only take half sick days, but I get two of them. Tags: sick
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