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i am grace.
Dec. 18th, 2005 04:00 am2430 to 2519. *weeps* I love you. Even though you're STILL not owing up.
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How can you export your iTunes library and make it so other people (ie, my flist) can see it? I'm probably giving out songs for Christmas as it's the best form of sharing there currently is and I'm flat out of anything else.
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In the meantime, I feel tonight is something of a premonition for how the rest of my life will be like. Waking upan hour TWO HOURS!! past midnight to take a much-needed shower (never felt so gross in my life before) only to eventually open the door for the gay housemate (pseudo-brother, in this instance) who has just JUST! come home from a marvelous date with this fantasatically gorgeous guy (I saw the picture, he is CUTE), fixing green tea with real Japanese sweet cakes while he details in giddy fashion how the date was a wonderful kisser, and excusing yourself so you can go up to write something with your food and your tea in the middle of the night.
Never get sick, ladies. It does things to your head.
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Like this: I am going on hiatus from. Things. To write. Trying to, at least.
How can you export your iTunes library and make it so other people (ie, my flist) can see it? I'm probably giving out songs for Christmas as it's the best form of sharing there currently is and I'm flat out of anything else.
In the meantime, I feel tonight is something of a premonition for how the rest of my life will be like. Waking up
Never get sick, ladies. It does things to your head.
Like this: I am going on hiatus from. Things. To write. Trying to, at least.
