Meanwhile in miniblog news

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• 08:44 off to the abbatoir.
• 10:44 has developed the post-trip bellyache/crohn's flare. It's scads of fun being hungry, nauseated and in pain all at once. :P
• 11:27 Bukkake of the Old Republic: shar.es/mD51N
  see it's posts like this that make me wonder why I still read weepingcock on LJ. (NSFW) D:
• 11:48 dear self - your digestion is borked at the moment. WHOPPER JRS AND MILKSHAKES WILL NOT HELP THIS. Quit craving them, thx.
• 13:29 confirmation that BK was a very bad idea: I now have to contend with Robert Pattison staring balefully at me from my milkshake cup. Ugh.
• 13:32 I seriously don't understand why Twihards find him hot. He looks like the sort of actor that plays serial killers in Lifetime specials.
• 13:39 In other movie news, appropriately epic Deathly Hallows trailer: youtu.be/_EC2tmFVNNE
• 17:16 eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyabbadabbadooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!! *leaps into car*
• 19:08 Why I'm glad my brain is not a real place: random Dalek rolls to a computer and punches up LJ while yelling "EMBLOGINATE." Yeah, about that.
• 19:17 Aw fuck. LJ paid account and icons just expired. >:P
• 20:15 Lenny Kravitz crashes Choir's performance of "Fly Away." Awesome jam session ensues. youtu.be/SBgZNINN6MU
• 20:17 heads up, the sound goes out of sync about three minutes in. It's still awesome. I love it when famous people randomly do stuff like this.
• 20:41 you know, I can cope with a few days of limited icons and ads. Not being able to edit my comments for typos may affect my sanity. *Twitch*
• 21:13 New Word for today: CamelCase. Totally didn't know there was an actual WordForThis. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CamelCase
• 22:06 Dear intestines: fuck off and die. Going to lay down with a book and give up on productivity for the day. OW. #crohnssucks

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Comments

[queenlyzard.livejournal.com]

*poke poke* Stop putting your tweets behind cuts! Makes them harder to read!

Also, you have my utmost sympathy on the borked digestion. Why the fuck do our bodies always crave massive infusions of junk food and ridiculously rich things at those times? Used to be I could even tell when I was coming down with stomach troubles because I'd start dreaming about lavish feasts that would make anyone ill.