It’s a Crime, It’s Criminal Really

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After a crappy, crappy day of crying babies and banana amounts of nonsense, I could come home and click on the boss of my internets, Daniel, being redonkadonk.

And now I leave you with my new totally rad LJ avatar. This is the one I use when I write Domlijah and Mr. Roper/Mr. Furley slash. That’s hott!

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Thanks Daniel! You made me laugh! You’re okay!

8 thoughts on “It’s a Crime, It’s Criminal Really”

  1. I barely got what you are saying about Daniel (I am dense) but banana amounts of nonsense must become part of the lexicon.

  2. The thought of Furley/Roper slash fiction just send my heart pounding – whether with horror or titillation, I’m not sure.

    I always had a thing for Don Knotts.

  3. Well, I think right here in the comments I will tell the story of “I’m OK”.

    I’ve had a rough coupla weeks. Things are really changing with my business partner and I’ve just felt really alone. Some friends had me over for the weekend and I helped them paint and such but I was a total grouch the whole time.

    Then, when I got home, I came down with the flu and it just kicked my ass that first night. I tried to call some friends to bring me some juice and ibuprofen and turn all the lights out but no one was available. I felt so alone and confused to the core, so I got this idea in my head.

    I’d make myself a little medicine brew containing the following:
    1 Tablespoon of miso
    1 Clove of garlic
    A thin slice of ginger
    1/2 Teaspoon of green tea
    1 cap, 1 stem, and a little shake from a baggie in my freezer.

    I figured, hey, if I have to lay in bed hurting and alone, I’ll at least do some deep thinking.

    So I writhed around in bed and came to some realizations, and then felt better and got up and cleaned my house.

    Then I put on the stupid straw hat and felt okay. So I decided to communicate that to the world.

    However, I tried to get all tough and go to work the next day and now I’ve been laid up for the third day running. Damn. I’m still okay.

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