It appears I have a lost a follower and with it, the coveted triple digits. It's cool, I don't really care...*sniffle*...c'mon Cynic, don't let the internet see your tears...
Oh who am I kidding?
The Internet: Contributing to My Lowering Sense of Self-Worth Since Early Last Year
So...I finished editing my thesis!
There's still going to be secondary edits, and then the hell of getting it signed and bound (BOUND, for fucking reals) and then finals, and THEN, AND THEN-
And I will be free!! Free to watch movies with reckless abandon! Free to get a full-time job with which to pay for the watching of movies with reckless abandon! Free to have adventures and live life to the fullest!!
Yes. Exactly like that...Only without the torture and death. And more lying around in my pajamas!
Also more time to actually network and junk so as to accrue more followers for my blogamajig. *Gazes sadly at the sidebar*
WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE MEEEE?!? ALL I WANTED WAS 100 FOLLOWERS!!!
I'm ok now. Mostly. Ish. Here's another silly picture of Li'l Cynic infringing on reality:
Huh, so this kinda turned into one of my old-style rambling-about-nothing posts. Better than no post, right? Right??
This is Sugary Cynic, saying "Your face is insecure!" 'Night!
(The most nerdy and horrible text conversation)
CE: "Check my facebook"
Me: "It says you're in a domestic partnership with...Riker from Star Trek?! You slut!
Me: "He's got like, space herpes!"
CE: "You're mean"
Me: "I'm mean cuz I'm trying to protect you from intergalactic crotch lice?"
He's apparently very sensitive about his relationship with Riker...