Set your pants on fire

[lizblackdog]

Did I mention how annoyed I was at losing Herbie from Terran? Well, we pissed and moaned, a couple of us prayed, I wished suppurating anal warts the size of oranges on his sysadmin at work and we cut the heart out of a troll by moonlight with an obsidian blade in the staff forum - something seems to have worked because he's back. It makes me childishly, unreasonably happy, although our interaction hasn't been more than light-hearted spammishness for a while now - it doesn't matter, it's all good. In the early days I'd actually become physically aroused at the sight of the orange-and-black PM pop-up... that's worn off, but the little thrill of pleasure hasn't.

And an anonymous troll has been harassing one of my friends - in a very childish, trivial stupid way, but it's still not very pleasant for her. I joked that I was jealous at not being important enough to have people troll me anonymously (no, you don't count, G - I know who you are, as much as anyone can...) but I wouldn't like it any more than she does. Really, the amount of energy people put into being sucky sometimes astonishes me - especially since all he (I think it's probably a he) achieves is to make himself look like a sad loser.

Last night I was sitting here quietly browsing something or other when Squish started howling softly and wouldn't stop till I called him over for a bit of oo-mox... little spotted attention whore. I tell you, after having dogs for so long, I'd be the star attraction at any Ferengi massage parlour. I can make Spike groan and his knees buckle just by rubbing his ears.

The two of them are chasing each other up and down the stairs now. I have Tales of the Dominion War to read when I've exhausted the entertainment possibilities of the Internet, and there's still about a third of the Baileys left. Life is damn good.

*grins*

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[(Anonymous)]

Ah, there she goes again. Telling me I don't count... my ego is crushed. My psyche is shattered. I'd be deeply wounded if I wasn't such a shallow individual.... and I even answered her restore my memory meme!

I'm just so deeply misunderstood. I think I'll go throw myself off of a tall pavement edge. And at my height, that's serious stuff... (G)

Hmmmmmmmmm. Hang on. I'm assuming I'm the G-who-is-an-anonymice-troll she meant. OF course, if I'm wrong, that means I don't even count enough to mention... Oh, woe is me! Me is woe! Is woe? Me!


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[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

I'm not jealous any more. At least my anonymous commenter can string more than two words together... albeit in a somewhat idiosyncratic fashion. Have you been drinking, dear heart? You sound like I do when I'm at the beach - drunk on the moon...

As for crushing your planet-sized ego - well, if you believe that, I've got an island in the Sirian Sea I'd like to sell you... *grin*

[(Anonymous)]

I drink? Only of thine own sweet passion and for my bathing, thy fire shall cleanse me beyond all knowing and all delight... (G).

Look, more than a couple of pints a month and I'm awa' with the fairies ( and there's some very nice ones on Church Street as Boy can tell you I'm sure...). As for my ego, all males brag about having at least _one_ large thing. In my case I can provide evidence as well, unlike many... Of course, the results and item in question are equally useless.

Just the best way i have of putting things, dear heart. Later....


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[boywhocantsayno.livejournal.com]

Look, more than a couple of pints a month and I'm awa' with the fairies ( and there's some very nice ones on Church Street as Boy can tell you I'm sure...).

That there are! I saw a number of them last weekend when I was in Pegasus with cuteteenboy. ;)