::blinks blearily::

Look. I made my mood icons come back. Whee. ::collapses::

...oh, the many joys of long, tedious LJ console quality time...

hold on, i'm being immature

Whee, insecurity and pointless terror. Good times.

::sends e-mail::

Okay. Up to him now.

::holds breath::

< / juvenilecrushbehavior >

Um...as you were.

la la la

"He's not pining! He's passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! He's expired and gone to meet his maker! He's a stiff! Bereft of life, he rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed him to the perch he'd be pushing up the daisies! His metabolic processes are now history! He's off the twig! He's kicked the bucket, he's shuffled off his mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleeding choir invisibile! THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!"

Why? Nooo clue. ::beams:: I am in a ridiculously good mood. Just saw X2 again, and the whole sent e-mail ---> response system, and. Yes.

Okay. I will stop behaving like a giggly preteen and return you to your regularly scheduled fandom. Dom and Billeh and Elijah and Sean and Orli. Yeah. Them.