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3 Ventose CCXI (Feb. 21, 2003) - 3:39 p.m. Fluffy fillerThis is part of what was going to be a much bigger and more schizoid entry. (It was also going to be posted last night, until I went to post it and my hosts told me that only paying members would be allowed to update during peak hours.) This is the happy fluffy part where I inflict some recent online quiz results on you. Oh, and tell you that CB got my birthday present okay, and liked it at least as much as I hoped she would.
If you've been reading this diary, you know that taking it was just a formality.
I like to think of myself that way in IN terms, yeah. Cool, calm, objective... You are a Habbalite. The scarred, tattooed,
Then something pushes my buttons, and I Fall. My objectivity becomes total subjectivity, my cool becomes loud emotional outbursts, and I remain convinced that God is still on my side. If you've seen me in that mode, you have my apologies.
I've been using that as my name on the Ballad lately. It was just 1337 enuf for me.
Link courtesy of the Wold-Newton list. (As I mentioned in that entry, Sir Percy Blakeney, the demmed elusive Pimpernel himself, was one of the witnesses to the Wold-Newton meteor crash.) The truly shallow aristo -- yeah, I could do that. -30-
last time, on The Slack Shack - our next inciting exstallment
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