Posting access regained. I R WINS.

[chibi_trillian]

Well, Toki, her tits didn't quite fall off, but Rachael Ray's on the front cover of the National Enquirer this week for allegedly cheating on her husband. Me, I'd rather lose my tits than become tabloid fodder.

Also, I found out the hard way Thursday night that I really can't walk to the store anymore. I got chased halfway down my street by a creepy guy asking for my number, asking if he could see me Friday or Saturday, giving me his number (on his business card, no less), and repeatedly telling me how pretty I am. Keeeeerist, I usually go by "fat girls are harder to kidnap" and don't worry too much, but this guy seriously freaked me out. The trigger for this incident? I helped him find a particular brand of yogurt at the store. -_-;

In fic news: Ha ha! Sex pollen.

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[dethorats]

XD She made the Enquirer? Suck on that Rachel Ray! God she's so annoying.

In other news, sorry about the stalker. That sounds quite frustrating. Some people are just really pathetic.

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

He was seriously weird. He followed me in his car, then pulled over, parked the car, hopped out, and followed me on foot--that's how determined this guy was. I wound up calling Tiff after I yelled at him to go away and leave me the hell alone so that if anything happened to me someone would know. I've never been so glad to get back to my shithole apartment in my life. >>;