*looks at timestamp*

Oh well.

Meanwhile, I am hideously embarrassed that this is what my life has become. Eh? you ask. Don't be coy. You know. Here is a list of the icons I have uploaded in the past two months.

- retarded anime joke
- gay Asian popstar
- gay Asian popstar
- gay Asian popstar
- being Irish
- retarded 300 joke
- gay Asian popstar
- gay Asian popstar
- gay Asian popstar
- gay Asian popstar
- gay Asian popstar
- gay Asian popstar
- gay Asian popstar

I swear I still like non-retarded things. I swear. And yet, at the same time, I can't quite bring myself to be sorry. Because god. It's like a Disneyland for my brain. Except with better music.

Okay. I'm slumped over a desk in uni, groggy and braindead after an unwanted 3am wake-up, taking advantage of the connection to re-upload Things for you guys. Since Filefront had their little freakout and all. And dear god, I am stupefied not only with exhaustion but from boredom.

So, tell you what.

anonymeme

That is, you don't have to be anonymous, but IP logging is off, etc etc, if you so choose. Feel free to link people here; god knows I could use the entertainment. And yet, in the expectation that this will probably not get very big at all (anonyminimeme?), meanness, snark, bitchery, and all other forms of my gossipy lifeblood will not be deleted, unless... I feel like it. So rant, snit, and slur away all you want, or just get shit off your chest. Or, hell, nominate people to be loved, or start a theological debate. Tell me why you hate j-pop. Or love j-pop! Or hate me. Or love me! Or why you're Angry With Dad. ANYTHING.