WTF happened to my images (again)?

[strangetomato]

I'll start by saying thank you. Yes, a big thank you to everyone who's been reading my latest update, because there really has to be quite a few of you out there. I'm a little blown away, to be frank. You've made short work of my PB bandwidth, and considering that it's only that one chapter on the account, this seems like it will continue to be a problem.

So I'm going to have to figure out how to use a client to upload to my lj scrapbook (the one at a time method ain't gonna fly). If anyone has a client or a simple tutorial they'd like to recommend, I would be very appreciative. I'm going to try to get that last update up again as soon as I can.

Also, this image just fits the WTF theme so well:

 

Getting randomly jumped by (your twin!) Rufus Wainwright, right in front of your boyfriend (who doesn't seem to care). Now THAT is a weird shit day.








Yeah, sure, Beau. Good call on that one. :P

Also, the kitchen decoration Ripp wants is a collection of wine bottles. Tsk, tsk. Some people are just hopeless.




 

Comments

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm not about to the be the first person in the history of the universe to turn down a blowjob, e or otherwise. :P

Well, it's no worse than Ripp and Sugar Tits, is it? (But somehow you just expect it from Ripp.)

[smjoshsims.livejournal.com]

Hehe, I was hoping you'd say that! *prepares*

Actually, I was just thinking about how creepy that was last night. Ripp was, for all intents and purposes, going to fuck himself. What if the Servo had been male- would the urge have been there?

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

Excellent. Now... to find my e-peen. (It's detachable.)

Well, the difference between a male and female Servo is literally just a bow and lipstick. It's interesting food for thought when it comes to sexuality. Who better to dive in there than Ripp?

[smjoshsims.livejournal.com]

That must suck if you misplace it. :(

That's really, really interesting. I wish he would have made it male. :P