1. Most fandom-centric entries are open.
2. Occasionally, I pitch limp-wristed hissy fits about real life. These are almost always locked.
3. Entries that traverse both fandom and real life will be locked depending on the subject matter said real life component forays into, in order to save myself from the possibility of being gutted alive.
4. http://www.cranberry-morpheme.com is where I keep all my pretentious asshattery contained safely away from raining upon this journal like virgin nuclear fallout.

Living full-time in a cancer ward, though. Also, my C, D, and E keys are dead on this keyboard. I'm alternating between using the onscreen keyboard and copypasting these elusive letters. It's part of the reason why I haven't been twittering much either, coupled with the fact my phone is now dying sporadically due to some battery issue.

But I'm glad I have this laptop and internet, at least. It's helping me secure a few portions of my sanity.

I want to say so muh mor, but I'll n up typing in this fashion an I o not think it will b omprhnsibl in th slightst.

Kind of temporarily detached from the internet at large. Semi-live updates may be found at my Twitter.

Post from mobile portal m.livejournal.com

1) Streets flooded.
2) No gas.
2) Microwave oven is defunct.
4) Short on cash. Not that it accounts for much in this situation.
6) No food in the house.
5) Starving.
Edit: 6) The water supply has been now cut off.

I'm literally marooned within my own home!

Joy! I wonder what will come out of it all this time!

I have a close-knit group of friends. This does not mean I love the ones on my f-list that I sporadically associate with any less. In fact, I'd love to make the initiative to chat with you guys more but I'm terrible with conversation and I don't know how to go about it.

However, I do not think this makes the former a "BNF circlejerk". And if somebody whom I've trusted enough to disclose my physical address to is going to suddenly and inexplicably defriend me over it while bitching my friends out in private over such a silly, recockulous reason, I assume I have every fucking right to consider that person a class-A douchebag.

For the record, I'm sure as hell not gonna put my close friends (fandom and non, and most of them are only marginally involved in the Hetalia fandom to begin with) at a distance in order to maintain neutrality and equality in the eyes of all those on my f-list. If your reputed pompous ass cannot handre it, gtfo.

Ito, over and out.

So much pointless effort! I still hate it.

If you're wondering why I got rid of my last layout, it was done accidentally so while trolling antitalia. I fucked around with the layout settings without realizing I hadn't switched journals. My genius, it slays me so.

My right eye hurts like there's a toothpick embedded in my retina. Or how I imagine it would hurt in such a catastrophic situation, anyway.

I should probably fix my livejournal layout, but all I do these days is sleep and internet sleepily with sporadic bursts of ambling around the house while feeling irrecoverably sleepy.

And then I get angry and throw things across the room but I always make sure they're not breakable or otherwise damageable things so I guess I might not be that angry after all.

http://twitter.com/itosuckysucky

Not much else is new.

In action!

If you're going to irrationally suspect me for some unrelated anonymous comment left on your friend's journal and friend me with the intent of reading my f-locked posts and somehow acquiring my IP address as a precursor to, as you so eloquently put it, leave douchey troll comments on my journal, I'd much prefer it if you didn't do it with a hilariously see-through excuse. Yes, you picked out my drawing from the Gurochan board out of hundreds. Yes, you managed to track me down without knowing anything about Hetalia or anybody from the fandom. Of course, while it's flattering that despite a lack of knowledge about Hetalia that you'd choose to pick out my doodle from all of the images posted on Gurochan and take the trouble to track me down and friend me... there's still the fact that I'm barely a stellar artist which makes your story a little implausible to begin with.

But it's all okay, since you admitted to all of it and I still like you as a person, whether we may have started out on bad terms or not. But, just saying.

... On the bright side, if I ever have to fill out a meme that asks me if I've ever given myself alcohol poisoning, thrown up all over the bar counter, stumbled home nearly unconscious and proceeded to blabber at my mother about my ex-girlfriend, I can now totally say yes! Yes I have!

My pride and self-worth have been fractured for good.

My internet has acquired the impertinent habit of dying sporadically. I would really like to persuade it not to do so, but I'm not sure how to go about making it understand my pain. I will proceed to pictorially represent my angst with a crying Himmler.



Which may or may not be appropriate, but I'm too tired to attempt to depict my angst otherwise.


Last night, I was Nathan Rosen in my dream! And I went out on a dinner date with Albert Einstein which culminated in making out. The first thing that struck my mind upon awakening from this little dreamtime rollicking was the fact Einstein was thirty years older than Rosen, and dear god what have I done, our collaboration is now jeopardized! And then I remembered I'm not Rosen after all, and now I just ship it like burning.

First of all --

Mumu, please keep yourself safe and try not to have too much excitement in your life. Moderation is key, you know. Our heinous supervillain schemes hinge upon your safety, don't you dare forget. Please steer clear of natural disasters to the best of your ability.

Right. So yesterday, I decided to go through my Discworld collection again and picked up on The Color of Magic. Subsequently, I fanboyed the hell out of the Luggage because it is seriously my favorite Discworld character of all time. And now I am more convinced than ever that the aphanon_meme ports your subconscious to some kind of awkwardly-placed astral plane hivemind because quite unexpectedly, the Luggage showed up on the meme today.

Well, huh.

I have no idea why, but I'm feeling full of love right now. Boom de yada, boom de yada.

Thank you so much for the nice birthday greetings, everyone! I love you all and immensely so. I'm so sorry I couldn't respond to all of that earlier; my internet was dead for about three days or so. Sob!

Also, presenting HARUHITLER.



And some good old fashioned Italy guro. Right under the cut.

( He's disappointed. )

(I doodled a few other things too. Naturally, they're up at my Deviantart. Well, some of them.)

I feel quite sick right now. I wonder if it's because all I've had to eat and drink today was a tiny piece of cake and bucketloads of coffee. This caffeine-induced panic state doesn't feel good at all.

Happy birthday, enzabird! I know I'm talking to you on AIM right now, but the wishes bear repeating. I hope you have truckloads of fun today, and an awesome year ahead filled with cats and laser pointers and devoid of nightmares about Archie!

Happy birthday, Mumu-sensei! I just spent about fifteen minutes staring at this text-area and wondering what I could possibly say about you that would suffice as a viable translation of your coolness into words, but since eloquence has abandoned me today, I shall settle for simply pointing out that it's impossible to translate your coolness into words. At least when one is running on four hours of sleep and too much caffeine than strictly advisable. I hope you have a wonderful day, and a wonderful year ahead!

I'm going to be meeping in my sleep. Or RAWRGHBLARGHing, I'm not really sure.

I finally got around to watching Schindler's List (yes I'm so slow I put slowking to shame) and I want Oskar Schindler/Amon Göth slash. I'd ship Schindler/Itzhak Stern if I could unsee the latter as Mahatma Gandhi. Goddamn you, Ben Kingsley.

eigenlicht and iambic are both available as eljay handles! Unfortunately, I'm too attached to this one to actually rename my journal.

Why am I constantly tired these days? I swear to god I just woke up but I want nothing more than to curl up and sleep again. Vaguely related: a gif of a cat waking up.