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chibi_trillianIs there a way to block your AIM profile from being random-searched? Because getting AIMed by random-ass webspeaking preteens who can't figure out that you're much much older than they are from the hint of "I can buy my own booze" really sucks. Well, it was either a preteen or some pedophile pretending to be one. Ew. That would explain the obsession with finding out my exact age and the readily given fake name. Squickness.
I need to find some moments (read: hours) to rub together to write something. Anything. Preferably pr0nnage, since people seem to like it so.
ZOMG!![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tarvosio snuck off to Boyfriends'R'Us without me! So mean! But he and his boyfriend are cute, so I'll let it be.
And lo, I did make the alchemical concoction that my master bade me to. The cauldron was filled with the precious potion, and I realized a great, great lack. I required a container: that which imposes order upon chaos, symbolic of man's focused will bounding the Universe. I sought my master to ask him for such, and he was not there, for he had left to meet with others of his kind. I sought his apprentice, and he was also not there, having gone with his master. My soul quaked with despair, and I feared all was lost, for I had not the Talisman required to get into the Chamber of Objects.
And then an angel descended, and asked me of my trouble, and I did speak and tell her of this newest nadir to my existence. And she, being a merciful angel, did hand me a Talisman--her own. I joyfully thanked her, and ran to the Chamber of Objects to go obtain the sacred containers. The potion was carefully decanted, and my master was pleased.
Points to anyone who figures out what actually happened at work.
I need to find some moments (read: hours) to rub together to write something. Anything. Preferably pr0nnage, since people seem to like it so.
ZOMG!
tarvosio snuck off to Boyfriends'R'Us without me! So mean! But he and his boyfriend are cute, so I'll let it be.And lo, I did make the alchemical concoction that my master bade me to. The cauldron was filled with the precious potion, and I realized a great, great lack. I required a container: that which imposes order upon chaos, symbolic of man's focused will bounding the Universe. I sought my master to ask him for such, and he was not there, for he had left to meet with others of his kind. I sought his apprentice, and he was also not there, having gone with his master. My soul quaked with despair, and I feared all was lost, for I had not the Talisman required to get into the Chamber of Objects.
And then an angel descended, and asked me of my trouble, and I did speak and tell her of this newest nadir to my existence. And she, being a merciful angel, did hand me a Talisman--her own. I joyfully thanked her, and ran to the Chamber of Objects to go obtain the sacred containers. The potion was carefully decanted, and my master was pleased.
Points to anyone who figures out what actually happened at work.
