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Um. So, I'm alive. My internet, however, has been killed by my father, and we have no clue how he managed it in the least. It will require an actual repairman, so god knows when I'll actually legitimately be online again.
At any rate, in the interim, I've seen Batman a couple more times (because when I get hooked on a movie, I get hooked), I've decided that I really really want the Batman phone, but am disciplined enough and poor enough not to buy it.
My brother Tommy still adores me. Seriously, on Sunday he burst out with, "Rachel is like Mary Poppins! Practically perfect in every way!" To which I say, jeez, you're 13, how can you be a teenager and still love me so much?!? I am apparently the awesomest big sister that ever awesomed.
Also: Tarot: Witch of the Black Rose is an awful comic. I picked it up because I keep hearing about how women read that comic more than men do, despite the ridiculous proportions, and seriously? Not worth my time. Oh, bad professional writing, you burn me.
And finally, instead of taking the enforced time out from the internet and actually, you know, writing decent stuff like plot, and, you know... plot, I am writing Alex/Raven porn. I make myself despair.
I advise everyone who wants to keep in contact with me to text. MY INTERNET IS BROKEN. I WEEP.
At any rate, in the interim, I've seen Batman a couple more times (because when I get hooked on a movie, I get hooked), I've decided that I really really want the Batman phone, but am disciplined enough and poor enough not to buy it.
My brother Tommy still adores me. Seriously, on Sunday he burst out with, "Rachel is like Mary Poppins! Practically perfect in every way!" To which I say, jeez, you're 13, how can you be a teenager and still love me so much?!? I am apparently the awesomest big sister that ever awesomed.
Also: Tarot: Witch of the Black Rose is an awful comic. I picked it up because I keep hearing about how women read that comic more than men do, despite the ridiculous proportions, and seriously? Not worth my time. Oh, bad professional writing, you burn me.
And finally, instead of taking the enforced time out from the internet and actually, you know, writing decent stuff like plot, and, you know... plot, I am writing Alex/Raven porn. I make myself despair.
I advise everyone who wants to keep in contact with me to text. MY INTERNET IS BROKEN. I WEEP.