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My Internal Drama, Let Me Show You It
For some reason, I am approaching my 20 min. of walking/jogging tomorrow morning with the kind of trepidation and ONOZ one usually reserves for firewalking up Mt. Everest. Is this because I need to create drama (because we haven't had BLOODY WELL ENOUGH RECENTLY), or because my lizard brain wants me not to do it?
In other news, during supergroup time tonight we have found an answer to the extreme annoyance of being tell-spammed by idiots advertising Chinese goldfarming sites: we tell-spam them back, either with our insane cries of "Po!" (long story) or by extended Engrish ads for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elibalin's fictional hatfarming creation, MAOHATS.COM. (Which reminds me, we must snarf that domain name before someone else does.)
In other news, during supergroup time tonight we have found an answer to the extreme annoyance of being tell-spammed by idiots advertising Chinese goldfarming sites: we tell-spam them back, either with our insane cries of "Po!" (long story) or by extended Engrish ads for
elibalin's fictional hatfarming creation, MAOHATS.COM. (Which reminds me, we must snarf that domain name before someone else does.)