Superball!

[muckefuck]

That's it! I don't care what she thinks of me, I'm refriending magdalene1. There is no way I'm going to allow the chance of missing gems like this. (Warning for those at work: Risk of guffawing HIGH.)

Oh, and I'd like to work on that tanka for welcomerain, but I remember that lazy whore still owes me a biography of myself, so there's no way I'm going to let her get away with lying back while I entertain her.

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[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

Mighty big words from a man who hasn't sent me the name of my chair yet.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

That's something I think you need to make up with Mr Weak Link himself, princeofcairo. I am fully satisfied with how I discharged my duties in that affair.

[welcomerain.livejournal.com]

You missed the part where I deleted that entire post out of pique because everyone was being a smart-ass and not writing bios but making stupid jokes instead.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

I didn't miss that part; in fact, I had the eerie experience of viewing the comments, hitting "Refresh" to see what new ones had appeared, and being told the entry didn't exist.

I didn't make any stupid jokes, though. I followed the instructions perfectly--I even mentioned Van Gogh!--and what do I have to show for it? Not only did I not get my bio, but my carefully crafted work of art has been lost to posterity, tossed on the digital scrap heap along with Pets.com and heaps of old Xena slash. That's too cruel a fate to risk subjecting my brilliant tanka to.

[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

And yet you're willing to consign the name of my chair to the dustbin of the princeofcairo's memory. I can only question your priorities, and weep.