Caturday! I need some Cat Macros.
mood: 
sick
sickHAHAHAHAHA. Speaking of. Except HEY! I love Angel's stupid hair. At least he looks like he works on it -- it's stupid on purpose (at least on some subconscious level, since he seemed so shocked by it when he got a look in Pylea. Dude, what did you THINK all that gel was doing?). I don't think spraying Aqua Net by the gallon while you're lying in your coffin after just waking up should count as a hair "style."
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Dudes, I am sick as a DOG. Ooh, I finally get to use this icon! The hound in this pic looks a little bit like my late pal General Lee... or Poopy Lee, as we used to call him. But Poop was a GIGANTIC tri-color with a lot of black, and a chest the side of a freaking beer keg. When he was little, he used to tilt forward and fall on his poor little face all the time. But he was very good natured about it.
Which is all beside the point... which is that I AM SICK. I FEEL YUCKY. My head is so stuffed up, I swear I hear buzzing all the time, and I keep looking for the giant flies that somehow move on occasion into our basement in the winter.
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( NaNo Stuff! We're coming to the end, kids. )