a sensible title
Um, back again.
I'd like to state for the record that I have no idea what "fried chicken" is about. I certainly wasn't eating fried chicken last night. I've looked around my computer desk today and don't find any references to chicken nor anything fried. I'm just not sure. Oh, but I am sure that Lunestra always (and I do mean always) wins in the end. What was I thinking to accomplish by fighting?
I actually lost this blog. I couldn't remember the title to show my (work) friend Jessica. I finally had to search for my name. "Hi, I'm Lexa, by the way." But if you try to search for Lexa you will find that there are lots of blogs. So I had to search for "lexa lunestra" to narrow it down to just mine. How lame is that?
Here is a picture of my apartment. What, you can't see it? Well, that's because my place is so fucking messy that I can't find my camera. You know that port on the back of computers? I think it's called USB; little fucker only has a picture icon not words. Well, the only thing I own that plugs into that (I managed to break both minidisc players) is the digital camera. And do we really need to specify "digital" in this day and age? Anyway, the cord is now sitting in my lap and there's no camera attached. Maybe I'll be able to find it. I hope my Anggun CD is with it because it's not with (most of) the other CDs in the nifty storage boxes.
OK, I looked in the kitchen and the bathroom. If you know me, then you'll know these are very reasonable places to look. Incidentally, I'm very hungry but too scared to leave the house (damn Jessica and her Ju-on tales). But there's no food in the kitchen really. I'm a procrastinator so I didn't call for delivery when I first got home; I guess no food for me. :( Oh, but I found my Akira T-shirt hanging up clean in the bathroom so I can wear that when I play my dance game. That I will be playing on an empty stomach. Anyway, on the way out of the bathroom I spotted my artbox. It has... art supplies in it. 'Hmm', I thought and opened it for the first time in about 3 months. Yeay, my camera!
It's karma, really. I've crushed 2 (two) minidisc players underfoot, but this cheap-ass Olympus with it's wowzer 2.5X zoom refuses to die. My (con) friend Lea has 40X; she can take retinal scans from 10 rows back.
I snapped photos, but who knows if I can figure out the loading process now...
I'd like to state for the record that I have no idea what "fried chicken" is about. I certainly wasn't eating fried chicken last night. I've looked around my computer desk today and don't find any references to chicken nor anything fried. I'm just not sure. Oh, but I am sure that Lunestra always (and I do mean always) wins in the end. What was I thinking to accomplish by fighting?
I actually lost this blog. I couldn't remember the title to show my (work) friend Jessica. I finally had to search for my name. "Hi, I'm Lexa, by the way." But if you try to search for Lexa you will find that there are lots of blogs. So I had to search for "lexa lunestra" to narrow it down to just mine. How lame is that?
Here is a picture of my apartment. What, you can't see it? Well, that's because my place is so fucking messy that I can't find my camera. You know that port on the back of computers? I think it's called USB; little fucker only has a picture icon not words. Well, the only thing I own that plugs into that (I managed to break both minidisc players) is the digital camera. And do we really need to specify "digital" in this day and age? Anyway, the cord is now sitting in my lap and there's no camera attached. Maybe I'll be able to find it. I hope my Anggun CD is with it because it's not with (most of) the other CDs in the nifty storage boxes.
OK, I looked in the kitchen and the bathroom. If you know me, then you'll know these are very reasonable places to look. Incidentally, I'm very hungry but too scared to leave the house (damn Jessica and her Ju-on tales). But there's no food in the kitchen really. I'm a procrastinator so I didn't call for delivery when I first got home; I guess no food for me. :( Oh, but I found my Akira T-shirt hanging up clean in the bathroom so I can wear that when I play my dance game. That I will be playing on an empty stomach. Anyway, on the way out of the bathroom I spotted my artbox. It has... art supplies in it. 'Hmm', I thought and opened it for the first time in about 3 months. Yeay, my camera!
It's karma, really. I've crushed 2 (two) minidisc players underfoot, but this cheap-ass Olympus with it's wowzer 2.5X zoom refuses to die. My (con) friend Lea has 40X; she can take retinal scans from 10 rows back.
I snapped photos, but who knows if I can figure out the loading process now...
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