Now if people don't stop fucking messaging me about art (how the hell do they get my SN, anyway? I deliberately removed it from everywhere some time ago...) I think I am going to cry.
And damn it, I need to remember never to log onto AIM again... every time I'm about to sign off someone else messages me and I feel obligated to speak to them. rrg. My fault for turning on the program at all, but damn it, people. You'd think that after months of my entire half of conversations consisting of "..." and "eh", more would-be chatters would realize that I am really not that interesting.