It exists. It’s real. Seventeen years. That’s how long it’s been since the last original album Guns ‘n’ Roses released. That’s how long I’ve been waiting for more. Seventeen long years, in which so very much of my life changed. But not this. GN’f’n’R. Axl Rose. Do I love it? Hell yeah. Was it worth […]
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I pushed on to the end, and got all the revisions in the computer. I’m very happy. There’s still one chapter I need to fix (it’s about three pages long, it needs to be at least five) but then I’m DONE!! wOOt!!! On looking back, I see I did pretty well this summer. I finished
What can I say? Besides feel the Wrath-love, anyway. No, seriously. Je t’aime. The movie made up for the end of the anime. I would have been a lot happier with one not-so-minor change, but the most important things–oh yes. They were there. *is satisfied* Oh, review? Umm…watch the show. ALL of it. Then watch
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Long-term readers (if such there be) may have noticed a distinct lack of BJ in recent months. That’s because she moved. Unexpectedly, quickly, and not entirely willingly. It seems her mold allergy and her last apartment combined to eat her brain. I watched her go downhill, and I tried to get her out of there,
So we don’t know the place. So we only have limited funds and limited time and we don’t know what the hell we’re doing. You don’t think that’s going to keep us in the hotel, do you? I, KD the intrepid, vowed not. (KD the coward was sleeping in, and KD the reasonable hadn’t had
Whee! That was fun! Bishie, bishie everywhere! Bishie, in case I’ve never explained it, is short for bishounen. Beautiful young man. Anime bishies and real-life babies turn my brain to goo. Which is definitely better than the other way around. Advent Children What a blast! It’s–okay, if you’ve never heard of it, you’ll laugh. It’s
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*dancing around like an idiot* We got the house, we got the house! No, no, don’t leave, I’ll stop singing. Honest. If you ask nicely, I’ll even request Bly take over. She’s a MUCH better singer than I am. She even majored in vocal performance till she realized the competitiveness was sapping her joy in