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I wanted to show you motherfuckas two things:

1. A screenshot of a stupid joke thing I did in Animal Crossing: WW for DS
2. I'm pasting as a screenshot a half-written post about my boyfriend that, as much as I love him, I can't be fagged typing out again.

So here goes:

Sorry about the blurry shot but unfortunately I suck at taking photos with an SLR camera. Hopefully it should be clear to you that I circumvented the vulgarity filters in the game by replacing the 'a' in faggot (wouldn't let me use the word fag!) with a number 4. Hilarity ensues. No, seriously. This character considers himself a bit of a jock. He's there throwing all this homo-erotic sports jargon at me with 'f4ggot' peppered through it, and he's a FRIGGING LITTLE BABY BLUE JAY BIRD! WITH A SHOVEL! SWEET FUCKING CHRISTMAS, THIS DS IS SO MUCH FUN! I HAVEN'T EVEN GOT MY HANDS ON PHOENIX WRIGHT YET, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!

Er-hem... onto the next order of business...

Sorry about the shitty blurring, this time because the camera really bites.

What I was *going* to say before I was so rudely cut off by my computer's shitty CPU is:

- He laughs at my stupid jokes.
- He buys me skittles.
- He actually has my music on his playlist and he listens to it repeatedly.
- He loves reading my stories and enjoying my work in general.
- He's also not afraid to give me critical feedback on it, which is really very important for me.
- He doesn't mind giving me my space.
- He loves that I'm bisexual. ;)
- He's endlessly patient.

And I'm going to stop now cause I really *really* could go on forever. *nods* I could. :)

Anyway, I'm going to haul my period-pained self off to bed. God willing, I get enough sleep before my psychiatrists appointment tomorrow. He's checking up on my progress. Seeing as I've never heard from my behavioural cognitive therapistivitysiasrist type person, I don't have a lot to tell him. But that's okay, he can go on about how I had Freudian issues with my Father again. O_o. I really wanna switch doctors. :T Maybe see the one with the balding, short trim white hair, glasses and little white trim goatee, in the tweed suit. You'd think I was joking, but no, there really is a guy that looked like that at this place. I was stunned cause, you know - psychs aren't supposed to look like that. Not these days, anyway. No, hopefully I'll be seeing the woman therapist soon and I can untrain my mind out of these touch-of-a-man=NEGATIVE/BAD/NONONO associations. It's really fucking annoying. Especially when a girl has a boyfriend as delicious as mine. *sigh*