The Adventures of A Lady in A City

My perfectly-legitimate Photoshop CS4 just told me that its license is expired.

My precious.

>:|

Well.

That went about as badly as it could possibly have gone, save for Slarti.

Slarti is like internet Batman. No matter what's going wrong, he's got a plan, and has probably already fixed it.

Me, today I'm internet Croc.

ETA: Guys it was an internets editing glitch, accidentally created and easily fixed (if you have access to Slarti). I am not in lingering distress or anything.

To top it all off, I got something on my shirt and didn't notice it (cleverly hiding on the other side of a boob as it was) and have been walking around like a moron like this.

Yeah, I'm ready for today to be over.

Harry Potter, all grown up and in the Nexus.

You know, I almost replied. Almost. And then I remembered the vast and undulating sea of what the hell that this fandom has brought to the Nexus and I did a quick background check. There isn't much, mind, since the journal and profile are empty, but the icons tell a tale that I really don't want to have any part of.

"Digisoul" AHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHA. AHAHAHAHA. Ahaha. Ha. No.

Okay. Random wtfinternets time.

Topic: ( Why people engage in 'horse rp' (and I am not talking about the kind that requires special equipment purchased from some of the more interesting stores down St. Mark's way). )