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You know what kind of sucks?

Feeling (biologically) hungry, but not having any (mental) interest in food. Ugh.

So, y'all, I'm not dead. I moved into a place of my own, and with a very tiny budget, I don't have intarwebs except at work - where I really can't do the EllJay thing. I miss you all!
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From: (Anonymous) Date: April 1st, 2008 04:38 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm coming to town soon and you owe me a hug :P jfslicer @ gmail . com

James
darkmyst069 From: [info]darkmyst069 Date: April 9th, 2008 09:37 pm (UTC) (Link)

Anime

Hey If you get this I just thought I would share an anime you might like. Here is the website where you can watch it.

http://www.veoh.com/videos/v6157970rMdjtfwy
teddytiger From: [info]teddytiger Date: April 30th, 2008 01:31 am (UTC) (Link)
Yoohoo!

Yah, finally friended you. :P

Anyway, it was fun to hang out with you, I know it wasn't the super best of days, but thanks for joining April and I :)

Anyway, yeah, I'm here now!
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Jabberwocky
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

-Lewis Carrol, 1871
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