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[elsajeni]

My computer has suddenly decided that it hates one of my friends (who will remain nameless in case I later discover that there is a good reason the computer hates her). For whatever reason every time I try to talk to her online the computer says, "No, you're not allowed to do that," and disconnects me. (Or maybe it just hates me.) Oh God, now the chair just broke. Maybe this room just has some sort of terrible karma. And now it is further broken. Hmm, perhaps it is fixable (this is really uncomfortable).

There, chair fixed. I'm not going to lean back anymore (it's the back that keeps breaking).

Why am I trying to write in this thing? I have nothing at all, literally nothing, to say. Except for this: I hereby abdicate all responsibility for who ends up coming to Katy's party and whether they get into fights or not.

Oh God, I leaned back. The chair is broken again. *screams*

I give up. This entry is doomed to contain nothing of any consequence.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Dearest B,

Have you tried a sacrifce to the computer spirits? I suggest giving a StoryTeller a copy of the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack. This shall make all evil admonish. Thank you for your time.

Sincerly,
S.

evil admonish?

[elsajeni.livejournal.com]

What, you mean the evil shall shake its finger at me and say, "Bad Betsy! Shame on you!" which is basically the way I speak to my cat? (Not that she understands the concept of "shame," of course.)

And you can forget about the soundtrack. I had enough trouble finding a copy for myself, plus I have no money.