Not Mrs. Creosote

Then, of course, I follow through by not posting at all. Isn't it wonderful?

There isn't much to say about today. I have several new RandomThings such as: food, a dress, and a stack of ancient CD-Rs that someone at class didn't want. >.> <.< So I went 'Mine, then' and walked away. Nifty.

Anyway, my friends list now contains the five most interesting people I know. BWAHAHAHA. You could spend all day just reading it. I know I have. Then again, such is the pont of it being my friends list. *grin*

Typo'd it as 'gin'. I should have a drink. We're all out though, tch. I'm thinking of randomly invading an OffLineFriend and watching movies into the early hours of the morning. That would rock. Hm. Decisions.

Either way. I'm happy!! :D

Ok ok. I am finally, truly, unabashedly, not the only person in the northern hemisphere without a livejournal now. Damn my friends. >< It is not that big a deal since, big whoop, I have one, and this link will go someplace in my eternal Favourites pile and be lost for millions of years, whereupon some intrepid explorer with a chip on their shoulder will fish it out, good as new, and go 'Wow, this is a complete waste of time'...

Did I mention I'm not one to blog?

Omg. *flop*. I'm tired, and if you get the context of my journal title, you may take a cookie from my Stash without penalty of death. But just one. Two is right out.

Anyway. I am the Angel Cassaline, or something highly unorthodox like that; I steal from the rich and give to myself, I don't have a job, and ALL I NEED IS LOOOVE. Says Lennon. Perhaps not as loudly. A large proportion of the local universe calls thine celestial self by the name 'Nibbles', because I 'consume excessive snacks' and everyone laughs when I call them 'nibbles'. Few minds have guessed that THAT'S THE POINT, but alas, woe is me, I am forever misunderstood.

*angsts all over the floor, marking territory* Mine mine, waahaha.

Anyway, nobody truly claims journal space without a rant and an angst and I've done those, so. You may now get back to doing important stuff. Go on, shoo. This journal is NSFW, because if you're really bored enough to be looking at it while at work, you have what I might call 'a slight problem'.