Bust n' Boom, baby!

When I want to RP - NO JOKE

2006-08-20T12:42:01Z

[mood| giddy]
[music| Avenue Q Soundtrack - If You Were Gay]

So I re-watched Tenimyu DL3 today. AHHH ♥. Cue incoherency here.

~~...does anybody know of any good (AU preferably. Like...not focused on just...tennis) Tenipuri RPs? That arn't dead?~~

OK...AY then. Let's change the question: Does anybody want to START an AU Prince of Tennis/TeniPuri (what have you for the title) RP with me?

When I romp with curiosity - which is never a good thing

2006-08-18T03:12:17Z

[mood| determined]
[music| Nerina Pallot - Everybody's Gone to War]

Seeing that November is coming up, this calls for a few wake up call reminder notes.

1. Woah birthday on the 14th. Dang, I'm getting old.

2. Already a few months into the school year. And I expect it to be good stuff. Cause last year was BS and I'll admit I regretted an awful lot of that time. Lots of stuff. Most stuff. That will not repeat again. I can't afford it. And because obviously I've got MAD WILL POWER YEAH.

3. NANOWRIMO 2007.

Speaking of which: Who's joining? If so, please leave a comment and your NaNoWriMo user name or something so I can look you up and buddy you. I like the feeling of company in my insanity.

[PS. Thanks to all those who replied to my desperate cry of teenage angst last post. I'm pretty much straightened out now. LOVES AND KISSES TO ALL.]

When my heart weighs heavy

2006-08-14T00:44:38Z

A question to all those high school seniors and/or college students (who have been through this obviously):

So. Are AP courses really all that important? Like, is it a must for somebody to take 5 AP classes to look good enough for a good college (I'm not talking Ivy League) to accept them? You know? Cause, I only have 1.

And I mean, I guess, the biggest problem is that I dropped AP US history. Which would have given me 2 APs (that plus English. So 2). But. Last year I really couldn't handle APUS. My end of the year grade was B-. Way too close for comfort. But, you know. Right now, I'm just bushed and confused and really very depressed. Help?

...:(

When I take the bait SRLSY

2006-08-09T21:24:02Z

[mood| crazy]
[music| BLEACH OST - Battle Ignition]

...When it only takes me two hours to rip through five volumes of a certain fandom...that's a sign. YA RLY.

...so.

D. Gray-Man = LOVE ♥

KTHXBYE

When I take over the throne while the boss is at lunch

2006-08-01T13:21:26Z

[mood| cranky]
[music| Imogen Heap - Goodnight and Go]

If You Ruled the Land . . . by wackyweasel

Your first name:

How you gained your rule:

Your title is:

The Boss

Your symbol is:

the flamingo, because it's pink!

You rule from:

a great, golden, gem-studded palace

At your side is:

your trained cheetah, Speedy - go fetch me a soda!

Your enforcers, troops, and guards are all:

fanservicey cat-people

Your most popular law is:

"Whack Your Boss With A Dead Fish" Day

Your least popular law is:

Banning of the quote marks hand gesture

Your worst enemy is:

your unstable water bed - how can you sleep?!

Your popularity rating is:: 40%

Your chance of being overthrown is:: 42%

Quiz created with MemeGen!

Okay so my summer school is finally done and over with (my last test was 20 questions none of which I could answer. That burned). And now my time will be composed of my summer homework for school (Moby Dick essay wtf) and juggling family issues as well as reviewing all my summer school work so I don't up and drop it like third period Spanish.

I've opted to make my entires short. Minus the LJ cuts. As if anybody reads them anyway.

Oh yeah and thanks to howsockgothappy for replying to my cry for a beta last post. I'll think about it, you seem cool (it's just that right now I've been so wiped out I don't have much of anything for you to read yet). =D

Lagging on the fics. I know. I know. (It's okay lilalohari. Take your time on your art too. I still have to catch up XP).

Maybe I should go online more often?

I FINISHED TRINITY BLOOD (THE ANIME).

Okay. So what...happened? I mean, keep in mind that I didn't read the manga nor the novel. So maybe it's okay to be a little in the dark here but if anything it was the plot holes that made my want to rip my hair out. None of the characters were developed at all and the ending...what was that? People were given two minutes of screen time and then hacked to pieces. Or blown up. Or a combo of the two. The only one that faired slightly well was Ion (Minagawa Junko!) and okay sure, Esther was really nicely drawn and Abel was adorable but really. Really. Besides that, the storyline was poorly constructed. They rushed too much and explained too little. Things jumped. AND THEY KILLED DIETRICH. HUH. At least people didn't all get eaten like in Hellsing. Oh Gonzo how you BS sometimes.

Well. It certainly wasn't as good as I thought it'd be. Though the beautiful people make me squirm.

Cousins and relatives coming tomorrow! It's gonna be crowded here. XD

Project Runway last night = omglove.

OKAY USA. ♥

When I put my foot down and declare myself bananas

2006-07-24T02:43:52Z

...but first: a friending meme with a twist. Because (a) a lack of things to do on my part and (b) my body fails to function after ten thousand hours of summer school. Thus this. But also because I'm just curious.

Name:
Age:
Fandoms Currently In:
Other things you like (hobbies, cosplay, music, movies, tv, books, whatever):
What's in your journal?:
Friends Only? Public? What?:
Anything else you want to say:

Also! I've been signing up for various crazy fiction writing related communities/challenges (most of which I hope to progress at least somewhat in). Some of them are fan fiction, some of them are original fiction. And the thing is, I'd really like a beta reader (I mean, not only do you get to undergo continual torture from my so-called pieces of literature, we'll also get to know each other and bugger the heck out of one another. Sounds FUN huh poppet?). If you'd only like to do original fiction (I write...a vast amount of things although I usually stick with normal fiction with a sprinkle of fantasy on occasion), that's fine. I could settle with one beta for fan fiction and one for original fiction. Or if you'd like to do both, great. Hearts to you. Basically, I'd just like feedback and suggestions. Constructive criticism. The works.

When common sense gets ground up into hamburger

2006-07-21T20:51:16Z

The Theme Table for 100_original. :D

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

When I would like to hear the cries of the general public

2006-07-19T23:13:01Z

[mood| morose]
[music| John Mayer - Wheel]

The past few days might have been just peachy if not for:

A. I was sick. Everything that went into my mouth came right back out - although in a much less desirable fashion. And I didn't lose any weight. I gained nothing for my suffering (cue sad!omgnoes face).
B. It was a sweltering 13589475 degrees outside and inside. NYC: ~~screwing you over~~ BBQing you alive since 1892.

Also, I've been writing two different original pieces (one of which I will have to pick for NaNoWriMo soon) and I've been thinking that maybe I'll post them? No clue guys - who likes to read original (e)fiction?

In Jaise!Fandomland news, yes - I know Ouran 15 is out and subbed but I'm saving it for tomorrow (when I'm in a good mood) when I'm not this exhausted. I want to enjoy myself darn it, not be in such a zombie like state. Like now.

I actually kind of want to play KHII. Why does everything have to cost so much in America? Or on the other hand: why does Asian culture restrict the purchase of items to only when they are on sale?...like six years later? Oh my heart.

Finally fixed up the profile page a bit. Still not too happy with it. Will tweak later.

...so who here likes to cosplay? And do any of you live near NYC? The Eastcoast? Anywhere that's not someplace not here (woah)? Cause. You know. I'd love to cosplay. In a group. I can't do this alone. It's like world domination. Tis not a one man show, yo.

When I Win - Literally!

2006-07-14T21:54:25Z

[mood| hyper]
[music| Alanis Morissette - Wunderkind]

*Bursts out laughing* HEY WORLD GUESS WHAT. No really, guess. Well. Okay. Remember the ouranhostclub's fanfiction contest? Yes? Well. Interestingly enough, I won. That's right. Let's hear that again: I WON (I even get a nice spiffy banner! Oh god, the bragging rights. Hah). Let us pop the champagne now! (Oh lilalohari, you must be so proud of me. LOOK HOW FAR YOUR LOWLY ~~PARTNER IN TWINCESTY CRIME~~ WRITER/TWIN HAS GONE!). Terribly exciting, really! And thus, without further ado, I bring you the trophy fic itself (although oddly enough, though I worked hard on it, I have been a bit shy about posting this one. No reason...perhaps I thought I could have done better. Alas). Not only does this mark my uh...return to LJ (since I have been on a rather long hiatus for...a while now) it also will hopefully bring you all a nice little weekend treat (if of course, superior!omg!angst tickles your fancy).

Title: Brothers in Arms
Author: takkey
Rating: PG-13 (for angst)
Pairing: Hikaru/Kaoru
*Theme: “Beat the Summer Heat”
Disclaimer: OKHC and the boys belong to Bisco Hatori.

“They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.”
– Ernest Hemmingway

Lately at night, Kaoru lies on his back and listens to his city suffer. His eyes fixate on the ceiling, disrupted only occasionally by the brief quiver of a blink, his pupils blank, unreadable. He folds his arms back to pillow his head as his ears strain, listening to the sounds of the unfortunate outside on the streets: the shrieking of cars, of glass, people. He feels thankful that he has the loft, although it really isn’t much. There is a young couple that lives above him whom he has never met face to face. They argue and he hears the pounding of fists against flesh against walls. He thinks it strange how their two spheres of living, separated only by a thin layer of plaster, could seem so far apart, yet so very much the same. Their torment after all is not so different.

Sometimes he thinks he can hear the streetlights flicker on, bathing the pavement in a film of faux gold glowing. He thinks he can hear the soft pitter-patter of rain before it starts, pulsing deep within the lynching clouds. He has learned to read this man-tainted Mother Nature well. Manhattan is different than Tokyo, he thinks. The buildings here are world weary, tired, their backbones sagging from years of storm and smog. Their windows have lost the ability to reflect the sun’s radiance, lost the energy, enthusiasm. The sun itself has given up too and gone into hiding. The society here has lost something, he can feel it, blatant like the gaping chasm of a monster’s mouth; the men here wear their suits like scars and lug their briefcases like confessions; the women wrap black-market furs about their heroin thin bodies, smoke, drink. The people here do not cry. Theirs is a silent, selfish anguish. Kaoru thinks he can feel it eat away at the mind, soul, until nothing’s left. Strife seeps through the walls and binds the bones of those who live within, shackling them down, representing the embodiment of a self-made prison. Money cannot save you here. Lineage cannot redeem you here. You have to fight on your own.

And at twenty-one, Kaoru’s learning. He’s only been here for a year for college and already he can feel himself falling victim to this Aryan cosmopolitan toxin. He’s changed, he thinks. His limbs, although still lanky, are longer, curved with an oddly seductive feminine curve; an idiosyncrasy he has always been able to master. The T-shirts and jeans, earrings, shorts and tanks have been replaced with Armani and ties and designer sunglasses. He walks now with long, hesitant strides as if his bones were crushed down by some intangible weight, some heavy unseen fetter compiled and compiled from too many years of growing up too quick.

Kaoru turns onto his side, the sheets kicked away. Nights go too slow now. Days go too fast.

Then the draft letter came.

It had been uncalled for, unpredictable, like everything else in this country. He was too young, he thought. A man can’t become a soldier so quickly; for god’s sake he was still a boy. For hours he had sat and read the letter – once twice, three times but his name in that fancy typecast ink did not smear away and neither did the required duty bound to it. Hikaru told him it was probably a joke from the neighborhood kids but Kaoru knew there was no way anyone could forge the National government’s insignia like that. He knew also that his brother knew too. He could tell by how his brother came home early now from his part time job four blocks down the street. He could tell in how Hikaru tried to hide the way his voice was laced by a trembling fear, that yes, he too was terrified.

That had been a week ago.

Now, evening laces the sky with her fabulous star-burst dress and Kaoru throws open each of the windows, trying in a futile attempt to entice in a non-existent breeze. The scent of gasoline and burned rubber singes his nostrils. Summer was not slaving only to the sun after all and the air outside still looks to be trembling with heat, swaying amongst the backdrop of cheap neon lights. Yawning he slinks over to the sink to join his brother in washing the dishes.

“Go to bed, I’ll do the rest here,” Kaoru suggests, trying to sound responsible but in reality only concerned about his expensive china in Hikaru’s less than competent fingers. But his brother doesn’t reply. So Kaoru stares at his brother’s face so as not to see the uniform that had been mailed from the enlistment office, and now sitting against the door. It has been ignored successfully for the past forty-eight hours and Kaoru wanted to keep it that way.

“What?” Hikaru asks after a while finally, sounding exasperated as he puts the plate in his hands down so hard the corner chips. His eyes, once so young, so filled with invincible light look dulled tonight, fatigued. Time has not spared him either. He has lost the will to hold up his spine now it seems, lost the arrogant saunter, the up-turned nose. The move to America had been particularly hard on him. Kaoru winces. “Nothing,” he says, “You’ve just got that look on your face that tells me you’re either really pissed or you’re about to do something extremely stupid. Or all of the above.”

Hikaru clicks his tongue but his almost angry expression starts to soften. Lately, he hasn’t been able to keep his temper too long whether it be in fury or calm. Kaoru shakes his head and mutters half-jokingly, “Oh god, it is all of the above isn’t it?” and feels relieved when Hikaru snorts out a laugh. They never seem to laugh enough anymore, Kaoru thinks, at least not really. Their smiles never seem to kiss their eyes either, never seem to light the pupils. Their lips quirk up, but the joy never really pinches the cheeks, never not strained.

“Don’t worry about it,” Hikaru replies as he wipes his hands on the towel, looking nonchalant. It’s taken a while but ever since college, emotions haven’t plagued Hikaru as much as when they were sixteen. No longer does his brain drudge in black in white, numbers and systems; no longer does his heart fear feeling. He’s capable of securing a reign on both pathos and ardor, though Kaoru knows his twin still retains an awful loose grip at all the worst times. This is one of those times.

“I have it all figured out, the draft thing,” Hikaru says, though he doesn’t look triumphant at all. Just a little sad. Straightening the dishes in the drying rack, Kaoru asks, “Yeah?” and puts a hand on his hip. “Well great, when you put it that way now I’m exceptionally worried. What are you gonna do – jump the Pentagon?”

Hikaru makes a face and jeers back without malice. Kaoru flings another nipping joke. Their almost childish banter continues nimble and well-practiced. Chuckles turn into playful shoving, turn into a bundle of tackles, bear-hugs, and tickling. Kaoru howls in joy as they roll about on the floor in a mess of bliss, obliviousness, feelings once fled under the oppression of their slaughtered youth. Sprawled out on the floor, stomachs and sides aching, the two of them stare up and wait for their lungs to catch up to them. Outside, the nightly traffic screeches and beeps, almost lively – not so hurtful anymore at least, for now. Kaoru feels flushed and closes his eyes, still gasping, as his feels his brother pounce lazily atop him. Strong arms pin him down and a cheek nuzzles against his neck.

He thinks he hears Hikaru say, “God I’m gonna miss you.” He think he replies, “Me too. We won’t be apart long,” but he doubts it. War after all, makes no promises.

Eyes fluttering close, he listens as the insomniac city outside rages in the summer night. He feels the moon hang with suicidal grace, reluctant to bear the credence of the sun’s mighty glare. He feels this horrible world ending, a slow, raw death. He hears humanity scream out in pain as it crushes itself beneath its own sorrow, its regret from wasted opportunities. But he feels too, familiar hands slide up beneath his shirt, chilling his burning flesh with the touch of affection, a certain arctic danger coursing through his veins. He feels his brother press closer against him, tempting. Together they shiver, tasting a sinful sensation they had not visited since they were foolishly sixteen.

“C’mon,” Hikaru dares, quietly, a whisper, a cheated promise. A thumb brushes against the plush of Kaoru’s lips. And that’s all it takes. “You’re never going to forgive me,” he hears but he could care less what that meant now. Fingernails against waists, their lips collide. Their bodies crash.

The next morning, Kaoru wakes up alone, tender and aching, tangled in the blanket from the sofa, on the floor. He sits up. Cold. The uniform and the letter are gone.

END.

When I fume

2006-06-28T22:19:59Z

...SO DOES ANYONE HAVE THE NARNIA MOVIE SOUNDTRACK? HUH? GEEZ.

(I mean, if you do, are you willing to upload a few songs for me?)

When I Find Ways to BS Summer School

2006-06-27T19:30:54Z

Which KH2 Main Character are you like? Find out Here!

...End of the week = fic. I swear.

When I guarantee I'm alive or you money back

2006-06-21T20:16:30Z

AHAHA I SWEAR I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT FIC WRITING AND THIS LJ. I SWEAR IT.

Soon, kids. Soon.

When I Do Something Nuts (But Fun)

2006-06-17T20:22:49Z

[mood| excited]
[music| The Click Five - Catch Your Wave]

So...FINALS ARE OVER HA.

That means more fics. Soon. After some well needed R&R.

And...I joined maleficium_rpg. You know because, it's a pretty unique idea (everybody's swapped GENDERS ha) and kind of cute and nice and yeah. I like Harry Potter. Nothing wrong with that. (I actually want to rewatch GoF on DVD...I think I'll get it soon along with Gangs of New York. As if I haven't watched the latter 24809 times already. I just love it so much. And what better way to start off summer than that?)

After the piano recital competition thing next Saturday, I'll be good. Even with summer school. Gah.

When I Near the End of Finals and Do a Meme

2006-06-15T22:13:43Z

[mood| anxious]
[music| Sarah Slean - Sweet Ones]

My japanese name is 藤原 Fujiwara (wisteria fields) 七海 Nanami (seven seas).
Take your real japanese name generator! today!

That was cute. (In Chinese, 'Nanami' would be 'Chi Hai'. A bit more funky sounding there, eh?)

Thanks to all of you who commented on my last entry (sorry you had to hear me whine). All of you have really helped me out. So. ♥ x 834578945!

Oh a lighter note, my finals will be over tomorrow. ALRIGHT. Today's Chemisty one I just BSed so. No comment there. This means fics soon. Very soon.

PS. I got clothes today! Always a means for celebration.

When I Think of Someone Once Dear

2006-06-14T16:53:40Z

[mood| crushed]
[music| The Veronicas - Nobody Wins]

Done with APUS and English Finals today. Result? I feel kind of...lighter. But not much. And my teeth hurt.

But that's not the point.

And this is going to sound dumb and young and - kind of human. This is LJ. I'm allowed to snit and snarl.

See, say for example you have a (real life, not online) friend with whom you've been the closest of close to for a real long while. But now that time's passed and secrets are found out and familiarized, accepted, whatever, it seems like the relationship is waning. Waning in a bad way. Waning like the Northern Americans were to the end of Reconstruction in the South after the Civil War - the overall feeling of: "I just don't care anymore. Bye." Nobody did anything wrong though. No stimulus really. But hey, you two were everything to each other. Back then.

So. What would you do? Should you just...let it go? Shrug and say the same thing? "Sure, whatever. Moving on." I mean, is it easy like that? I'm curious. Because it hurts kind of. Kind of.

When I care for someone, I love too much, too hard. Is this bad?

In short:

Dear society and your peoples,

You drive me crazy. Gee. Thanks.

Totally not yours,

Jaise

When I Totally Should Be Studying For APUS

2006-06-13T01:05:36Z

Which Character Are You? Find out Here!

Hey, whaddaya know.

ONE MORE WEEK and finals will be over. Then, the fun will start. Watch me swarm LJ that day. Just watch.

When I Try To Please the Public

2006-06-11T21:12:25Z

NEW FIC. SOON. PROMISE....AFTER FINALS. GAH.

Hey, did you know Czechoslovakia became a republic on my birth date?

~~Does it ever irk you when somebody else has the same exact default icon as you do?~~ Nevermind. I'm just messed up in the head.

When I Waste Time On YouTube

2006-06-11T02:55:28Z

LOLWTFWHAT. This is ~~my life in a nutshell~~ hilarious. And yeah, I'm aware that probably everybody and their mothers have seen this. But still.

When I Define Nostalgia

2006-06-10T19:38:17Z

God, I miss London.

When I scream what?!

2006-06-09T22:51:10Z

WHAT. IT'S HIKARU AND KAORU'S BIRTHDAY TODAY (JUNE 9)?! WHAT?! HOW COULD I FORGET AAHLSDFKJSLJGHA. *FACEPALM*

lilalohari = ♥ x230840983.

When I relish in a lie

2006-06-09T20:27:15Z

If somebody ever told you that writing was easy, somebody lied.

In layman's terms, I have never had this much trouble with a fic before. I can barely get past the first page coherently and everything is in bits and pieces (albiet: big paragraphs though. Just ones that don't seem to connect with good transitions). I'm completely disappointed with the things I'm churing out though while struggling today I think I might be going somewhere (a retarted somewhere maybe) although it's now completely deviating from what I had originally planned. I hate it when this happens. Because then I have to mull over the idea for a while and wait for it to ferment before cooking and serving. You know what I mean? No, maybe not.

Have you realized that I'm a ~~totally OCD, completely obsessive~~ perfectionist? If you haven't, you probably live on Mars. Or some other arbitrary planet. Like Pluto. Which is even better because it's not even an actual planet. It's like, a rock.

So. I was going to promise a fic next posting. I might be able to keep that promise but then again, chances are, I might not either. It's not easy, people.

But I love it. Heaven knows I do. ♥

I just don't love the ~~self-inflicted~~ torture usually involved all that much.

When I add to my wishlist

2006-06-08T21:57:03Z

This person is my hero. *__* AHH MAH GAD

In other news.

Upcoming Fic: (10%)-ish
Finals Studying (in general): (50%)-ish

Got a new blowdryer!

I CAN FIT 10 GRAPES IN MY MOUTH AT ONE TIME HA. NIIICE.

When I totally knew this was going to happen

2006-06-08T01:23:50Z

You scored as Either. You brain is neither specifically male nor female dominated in the way you perceive things and as bad as this sounds it can easily mean that you are capable of combining both limiting gender aspects to your advantage. Rather than being genderless you are possibly able think freely. This does not nec. mean that you are bisexual or androgynous or indecisive, though it might.

</td>

Either

89%

Male

64%

Neither

54%

Female

50%

Should you be MALE or FEMALE?*
created with QuizFarm.com

...LOLWHAT.

When I get shut down by household appliances

2006-06-07T00:51:51Z

Ah boy. Today when I was blow drying my hair, the blow-dryer blew up (okay actually it more like popped) on me and started to smoke. Now I smell like burnt plastic. And I need a blow-dryer (like heck I'm going to touch that thing ever again. It'll take out my eye next).

But I've been writing (a little). We'll see what comes out - either something good and worthy of a beer fest or something bad enough to shove me off a cliff (kids, don't try this at home. It may be hazardous to your health and overall well being).

Also. Interestingly enough, I think if I was a guy, I'd probably be Bi. Hm.

When I spam-spam-spam (sorry)

2006-06-03T14:44:50Z

Yeah, posting again. But I can't help it because this is just so hilarious and wrong.