They Did the Monster Mash
Oct. 7th, 2008 | 01:47 am
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Glamorous vampires have terrified and enthralled mortals for centuries. With their cunning wit and timeless fashion, they have lured us in to drain us of our life giving blood. Perhaps, this autumn, they will be the ones looking flushed when your outfit raises the stakes.
If the full moon is your disco ball, be not afraid. The only thing frightening about this ensemble is the gold lame clashing with faux fur, but if you tease your hair with just the right amount of Aquanet you might just be invited to join a wolf pack…as something other than their dinner.
Haunted houses and rattling chains don’t give you a fright, but the fact that the ghosts are always hiding is down right disturbing. In ballet slippers and gauzy fabrics, you could dance for the dead. Who knows? The spirits may come out to play, just don’t follow them toward the light.
Brains, brains, brains…Let’s face it, zombies aren’t the brightest pumpkins in the pumpkin patch. Maybe that’s why they’re always in search of brains. When the zombie revolution occurs, you’ll be ready and this outfit just might keep your brain where it belongs, nestled in your skull, while you make your way through throngs of the living dead. Can anyone say zombie mosh pit?
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Oct. 6th, 2008 | 10:06 pm
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onthefoyer in ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
the_polaroids
An apartment full of love.
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Oct. 6th, 2008 | 07:30 pm
location: the lava lounge
mood: content
music: twenty eight days later
posted by: appareils
I walked into the dorm last week and my roommates had covered my desk in flower barrettes and fake pearls. They stacked all my plastic babies and made them crawl and wrestle. V. cute. I love little surprises. When he left for the airport shuttle Sunday morning, Ewan left a pink tulle flower and a love letter on my desk. I didn't find it til' I woke up that morning. So so lovely.
The lover boy. We had a picnic in the flower gardens and kissed among roses, daffodils, hydrangeas and statues of dancing girls. We chased the geese in front of the big fountain by the man made river, ate vegan pot pie at Eden Valley, took pictures under bridges, and saw way too many movies. We fell asleep in each other's arms and we helped Schuyler close down Café Nermann. I stole the mop from her and started dancing like I was in that one scene from Pulp Fiction. I made a strawberry roma soda. He helped me with my homework. We went to Westport and thought about Christmas gifts for our parents. We talked about politics and socialism and pathetic Sarah Palin. And we talked about communism with broken-armed Ben. We cuddled. He held me in his arms. I was sick most of the weekend but he didn't care. He didn't mind that my eyes were runny and my nose was puffy. When he left at 8 am that morning and I watched him board the shuttle for the airport& I nearly cried. He needs to move here soon. Please please please.
I've been writing my novel. I use polyvore to invent characters. To hell with the fashion, it is so easy and lovely to create characters with polyvore. You can really visualize them when you know what shoes they'd wear, what scarves wind around their necks. Their favorite dresses. What decorative images really describe their aura. It is especially helpful when your two main characters are leaving town and you have to describe the backpacks full of belongings that they carry along. A green alligator suitcase covered in painted roses, two thrift store dresses from the 1970s, a pair of skinny jeans ripped down the legs, five thrift store t-shirts advertising old horror films, a plaid button up, two granny apple green tank tops and a pair of scuffed black Converse sneakers. etc. etc.
I'm watching 28 Days Later and talking with the roommates + Gaby. We're brainstorming Halloween costume ideas. So far we have Daria, Jane and Quinn with Gaby not participating (I'd be Jane) OR "the party", "the party people", "the party joy" and "the party cleanup" (I'd be the cleanup, complete with ripped streamers and a fake black eye.) Next week we're going to the Los Lobos concert. Schuyler knows the band and got us tickets for free. I plan on wearing my rose dress and tango dancing.
I need a few good penpals. Send me a letter and I'll write you back and send you envelopes full of glitter confetti and little drawings. If you don't send the first letter, I'll honestly forget, however. I'm hopelessly forgetful. Leave a comment if you're in for it.
Dayna - Mailbox# 147
4421 Warwick Blvd
Kansas City, MO
64111
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Oct. 6th, 2008 | 07:36 pm
posted by: mozart
I love that I found a compass with a pretty case!
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Engrish
Oct. 7th, 2008 | 03:34 am
posted by: enigel
Inspired by toscas_kiss and her Engrish post, I've finally taken a photo of the instructions carton that came with some cheap earphones. :D
( Please tune up power volume to aproposity )
toscas_kiss and her Engrish post, I've finally taken a photo of the instructions carton that came with some cheap earphones. :D( Please tune up power volume to aproposity )
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Windows
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 05:09 pm
posted by: spirits in the_polaroids
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Jeffrey Hein.
Oct. 7th, 2008 | 03:45 am
posted by: dar_jan in laceandflora
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Oct. 6th, 2008 | 04:06 pm
posted by: elemenopees in 2amtomorning
this is not supposed to happen.
this is me officially in denial.
this is me officially in denial.
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Oct. 6th, 2008 | 07:02 pm
posted by: lost_in_lexicon in 2amtomorning
Why can't I make you smile the way she does?
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New York City glows in my mind
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 03:18 pm
posted by: seasaltlikeglue in 2amtomorning
New York is 4,000 miles away, but every morning when I stretch my toes out the feeling of having spent all night in bars with chandeliers on the ceiling and five foot wide studio kitchens with glasses of wine and constant conversation sifts through my head then falls out of sight as the conscious part of my brain wakes up, pushing out the wisps of dreams.
New York is on the other side of the country, but I can see the pricks of light bleeding out of nighttime apartments fifteen stories off the ground if I close my eyes hard enough. The models, beautiful and poised, still click their heels past Bryant Park, hailing taxis with their slender hands. The bums still sleep in the bus stop booths, slumped heads leaving greasy smears on the plastic wall. Wall Street panics, hipsters move their bodies to electronic music, children run laughing through park fountains in the ghetto. Thousands of waitresses sigh in unison, aching feet and pockets full of singles.
New York is 4,000 miles away, churning and steaming and littered with fallen brown leaves. In the land of endless summer I can hear fighting cocks crowing in the packed dirt backyards of Panorama City and the television preaching materialism in the next room. I don't want to live anywhere people don't have to live on top of each other, I get lonely otherwise. I get lonely in the City Of Angels sometimes, so I sit outside and smoke cigarettes and put ice in my green tea and listen to boys who might be men playing their songs, tapping my feet to their bass lines and cooing alongside so soft you'll never hear it. I try to remain peaceful, I try not to drink too much wine. I think about who I want to be now, the opportunity for a new transformation at my fingertips. I want to be bolder, more poetic, more informed, older and stronger. My middle name will be Dianne.
New York is on the other side of the country, but I can see the pricks of light bleeding out of nighttime apartments fifteen stories off the ground if I close my eyes hard enough. The models, beautiful and poised, still click their heels past Bryant Park, hailing taxis with their slender hands. The bums still sleep in the bus stop booths, slumped heads leaving greasy smears on the plastic wall. Wall Street panics, hipsters move their bodies to electronic music, children run laughing through park fountains in the ghetto. Thousands of waitresses sigh in unison, aching feet and pockets full of singles.
New York is 4,000 miles away, churning and steaming and littered with fallen brown leaves. In the land of endless summer I can hear fighting cocks crowing in the packed dirt backyards of Panorama City and the television preaching materialism in the next room. I don't want to live anywhere people don't have to live on top of each other, I get lonely otherwise. I get lonely in the City Of Angels sometimes, so I sit outside and smoke cigarettes and put ice in my green tea and listen to boys who might be men playing their songs, tapping my feet to their bass lines and cooing alongside so soft you'll never hear it. I try to remain peaceful, I try not to drink too much wine. I think about who I want to be now, the opportunity for a new transformation at my fingertips. I want to be bolder, more poetic, more informed, older and stronger. My middle name will be Dianne.
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Twittering away...
Oct. 7th, 2008 | 12:03 am
posted by: shirasade
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Oct. 6th, 2008 | 10:52 pm
posted by: orangebowls in 2amtomorning
I want to scream "No! No! This isn't meant to happen! I didn't ask you! This isn't meant to happen!" and flip over tables and punch glass and steam my skin, all because you hold my hand.
But I don't do any of that.
I just brush my fingertips back on yours.
and make out with you at the back of parks.
and its unfair on you.
Because I fucking despise you and like you all at the same time.
You're everything I've been craving. And you're sweet. and and...
You're really fucking good at holding hands.
Don't you see?! I'm not supposed to feel! I'm not supposed to get attached!
But you just make me feel so good.
I really fucking hate it.
"AHHHHH!" smash Smash SMASH!
But I don't do any of that.
I just brush my fingertips back on yours.
and make out with you at the back of parks.
and its unfair on you.
Because I fucking despise you and like you all at the same time.
You're everything I've been craving. And you're sweet. and and...
You're really fucking good at holding hands.
Don't you see?! I'm not supposed to feel! I'm not supposed to get attached!
But you just make me feel so good.
I really fucking hate it.
"AHHHHH!" smash Smash SMASH!
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zomg zomg zomg
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 04:13 pm
posted by: megustahtu in herheartinabox
earlier i posted on fashion how i'm super into long bohemian dresses and i got a response from the lovely
katehaddigan
about how she had a dress i would love and she'd send it to me. IT CAME IN THE MAIL TODAY!!! squeeeee. its so beautiful and wonderful and everything is perfect and i just want to say how thankful i am.
( to katehaddigan )
sigh. *runs to try on dress.*
( semi-new polyvore. thoughts? )
( to katehaddigan )
sigh. *runs to try on dress.*
( semi-new polyvore. thoughts? )
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Oct. 6th, 2008 | 05:29 pm
posted by: twentysevenjune in 2amtomorning
My emotions are being toyed with wholly and completely.
On the weekends, I'm the happiest girl in the world. I'm surrounded by friends who I can endlessly joke around with. I can fully be myself around everyone. I'm with the most amazing boy in the world, waking up next to him, cuddling, kissing, etc. Everything on the weekend is perfect.
Then the week comes. I have no friends. I have no one to talk to and nothing to do. I get so lonely since it's a complete 180 from the weekend. Each weekday ends and I feel like I have accomplished nothing. I feel like I'm on autopilot, merely enduring each day. I feel like a completely different person--to myself and also in relation to everyone else.
I don't know how I am going to be able to get through two more months (at the very least) of this. I might just drive myself crazy at some point.
On the weekends, I'm the happiest girl in the world. I'm surrounded by friends who I can endlessly joke around with. I can fully be myself around everyone. I'm with the most amazing boy in the world, waking up next to him, cuddling, kissing, etc. Everything on the weekend is perfect.
Then the week comes. I have no friends. I have no one to talk to and nothing to do. I get so lonely since it's a complete 180 from the weekend. Each weekday ends and I feel like I have accomplished nothing. I feel like I'm on autopilot, merely enduring each day. I feel like a completely different person--to myself and also in relation to everyone else.
I don't know how I am going to be able to get through two more months (at the very least) of this. I might just drive myself crazy at some point.
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Oct. 6th, 2008 | 05:32 pm
posted by: stillyourfagg in 2amtomorning
Two days ago was the nine month anniversary of my miscarriage.
I didn't remember until today.
I am forgetting, and I am so grateful.
I didn't remember until today.
I am forgetting, and I am so grateful.
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Oct. 6th, 2008 | 05:13 pm
posted by: lemonedx in 2amtomorning
I've never seen you so sad. I felt partly guilty.
But you insist you're not anymore. And you made me feel so much better yesterday.
I just need to see you again. Waiting til Friday is so hard for me.
But you insist you're not anymore. And you made me feel so much better yesterday.
I just need to see you again. Waiting til Friday is so hard for me.
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XP Question! And Commentary.
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 04:56 pm
mood: 
busy
music: TV
posted by: aethyrkitten
Anyone know where I can get free (and, um, not virus-covered) XP color themes? Preferrably autumnal ones, since I'm switching everything out to fall-themed stuff. Kinda like connikins' brown steampunky one.
I don't know why they won't let you just freaking change the gradiant yourself... *grumbles*
Also, Spore is... kinda fun, but frustrating now and then. But fun. And slightly addictive. I'm not sure if it'll stay addictive, because I'm not a fan of civ games, but we'll see.
(Also, in personal life - I'm trying to get an appointment with my old university's career services dept. to have an advisor work with me on my resume, but I can't find anything ON the career services sub-site to even hint as to who I contact to go about making this appointment. ARG. RARRRR. GRAR. Why do university websites never make organizational sense?)
connikins' brown steampunky one.I don't know why they won't let you just freaking change the gradiant yourself... *grumbles*
Also, Spore is... kinda fun, but frustrating now and then. But fun. And slightly addictive. I'm not sure if it'll stay addictive, because I'm not a fan of civ games, but we'll see.
(Also, in personal life - I'm trying to get an appointment with my old university's career services dept. to have an advisor work with me on my resume, but I can't find anything ON the career services sub-site to even hint as to who I contact to go about making this appointment. ARG. RARRRR. GRAR. Why do university websites never make organizational sense?)
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Oof!
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 10:30 pm
mood: 
tired
posted by: shirasade
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Oct. 6th, 2008 | 10:25 am
posted by: youampersandme in osculations
( bigger, more )
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autumn milestone
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 10:52 pm
posted by: enigel
There be warm water in them radiators! Wheee! With any luck it's going to get hotter and hotter, and not languish lukewarmly...
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Oct. 6th, 2008 | 11:26 pm
posted by: daniladanila in the_polaroids
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Questions, questions
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 01:22 pm
posted by: guess_what89 in the_polaroids
I found this camera at the thrift store today. It was only five bucks, so I got it, not knowing whether or not I could even use it. No big money losses there.
My questions are:
1. Film. Is there even a chance of getting the film for this camera? I read up on some things and it uses 75 (color) and 3000 (b&w) packfilms, but then it also said it could take 100-series and 80-series packfilm. I have no idea what all that means, honestly. I would just like to know if there's any film out there that this camera could take.
2. Batteries. I read that this thing needs batteries. What kind? Are they even still made? I also can't for the life of me figure out where they might go.
Thanks for any help you guys could give me!
My questions are:
1. Film. Is there even a chance of getting the film for this camera? I read up on some things and it uses 75 (color) and 3000 (b&w) packfilms, but then it also said it could take 100-series and 80-series packfilm. I have no idea what all that means, honestly. I would just like to know if there's any film out there that this camera could take.
2. Batteries. I read that this thing needs batteries. What kind? Are they even still made? I also can't for the life of me figure out where they might go.
Thanks for any help you guys could give me!
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Torrsim, everyone is loving it!
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 10:50 am
posted by: landkee in collages
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Britney Spears New Hot Body Diet Revealed
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 04:28 pm
posted by: mootea in britney_fans
While her new single, "Womanizer" may be getting tons of airplay (do you love it or hate it?) it's Britney Spears' new look and body that has everyone buzzing. A source close to the 5-foot-4 Spears, 26, tells Us Weekly Magazine that she has shed 15 to 20 pounds, thanks to three months on meal-delivery plan Sunfare.The magazine notes that the plan is available in Los Angeles and right here in Phoenix starting at $52 per day, and information is available at sunfare.com). "She receives between 1,100 and 1,200 calories per day," says the insider of the three meals and two snacks (each comprised of 30 percent protein, 40 percent carbs, and 30 percent fat).
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"She loves the turkey burger, chipotle chicken wrap and lasagna. She also gets a sugar-free dessert two to three times per week." And staying active is key. Another source says she works out with a trainer for up to two hours, three times a week (30 minutes of cardio, then strength training), in addition to dance rehearsals, which are "her way of having fun and working off steam."
Is it working, will Britney Spears finally be back on track for good? She seems like she is working towards making a big comeback, we will wait and see what happens as she moves forward.
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[Fic] What to Expect When You're Expecting (10/25?)
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 01:36 pm
posted by: thought_ribbons
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house-cleaning princess!
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 09:38 am
mood: 
amused
music: Over You Now - Kate Rusby
posted by: ann_septimus in laceandflora
Realization for the evening: wearing your high-school fair queen tiara while cleaning your flat is a great motivator.
( It's also an invitation for pic-snapping )
( It's also an invitation for pic-snapping )
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Whee!
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 06:19 pm
mood: 
relieved
posted by: shirasade
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Oct. 6th, 2008 | 09:15 pm
posted by: adlyne in cellardoor_
I used to be the master when it comes to wordsplay.
Every word must be carefully coated with sarcasm or lined with intended humiliation
They must be sharp enough to pierce through the very core of your soul.
I seem to win every possible match in Hell.
But right where I'm standing, people would just discard me looks of condemn.
I've been labelled all sorts of things, really.
I grew tired of it and decided to take matters in my own hands.
Here we go, I said.
So I took white linens and started twirling them around.
I started from my neck and work my way up
I made sure they were wrapped neatly and tightly,
(but most importantly, tight)
After all we wouldn't want any mishap to happen, would we?
Then, I stopped one inch short before the tip of my nose.
There, all done.
Soon, I find it hard to breathe
My throat seems to be on fire.
But I like it this way,
Reminds me of home in a way.
Just my words and I,
lost in my very own intricate maze.
Just my words and I.
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Oct. 6th, 2008 | 09:01 pm
posted by: missannandj in 2amtomorning
I've managed to replace aching scars with guilty sleepless night. I suppose sleeping with nameless and faceless nobodies, is just another form of self infliction?
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boca raton, florida
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 07:24 am
posted by: wellwellwellll in the_polaroids
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Oct. 6th, 2008 | 07:10 pm
posted by: alivingtoken in 2amtomorning
Trust is being able to fall asleep in your friend's car after a tiring night and knowing that you'll arive back home safe and sound.
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2 Flexi Squares: Clean Green
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 09:09 pm
posted by: squid_stick in mintyapple
style: S2 Flexible Squares
sidebar: topbar
browsers: IE, FF
ads: horizontal
first time post........^_^;; Sorry if I screw up!
img
( Clean Green )
sidebar: topbar
browsers: IE, FF
ads: horizontal
first time post........^_^;; Sorry if I screw up!
img
( Clean Green )
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Whoopleedee
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 10:01 pm
posted by: handmadelove in jr__nal
xoxo, more soon!
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oh, i miss you
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 10:09 pm
posted by: paintmarks in 2amtomorning
there's only one thing that would make everything okay right now. and it's silly, and stupid, but if i knew in your own twisted way, that you missed me, if, in your own bizarre way, you wished i would talk to you more, i think i'd be able to make it through.
but i know you don't really feel anything either way.
but i know you don't really feel anything either way.
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Mwahahaha!
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 08:33 am
mood: 
excited
music: Pete and Patrick are Dudes in the Nude
posted by: shirasade
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Hi~ ^^
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 06:49 pm
location: NZ
music: You Get Me - Michelle Branch
posted by: twentycandles in 2amtomorning
Hey just wanted to introduce myself and somewhat make myself known~
I'm Maggie. From NZ. First year uni student studying Chinese. You can find out more about me through my userinfo :)
Read the latest entries in this community and I like. There are some nice (original and really fitting) quotes that describe certain situations in my life :)
I'm Maggie. From NZ. First year uni student studying Chinese. You can find out more about me through my userinfo :)
Read the latest entries in this community and I like. There are some nice (original and really fitting) quotes that describe certain situations in my life :)
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i'm so up and down it is outrageous.
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 12:48 am
posted by: makememories in 2amtomorning
lives directly below me, beautiful, not my type, italian, northern accent, refers to people as "cats", says he "ate" whatever drug he is on at the time instead of "took", ALWAYS on something, drives a white cadilac, has had his license suspended, on probation for a dui, got "cut" (literally with a knife!) last weekend in the pab parking lot, always broke, smokes black and milds, wears big chains and pants ten times too big for him, can drink more than anyone i know, obsessed with the mafia, loves techno, and has the ability to absolutely make me melt.
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These two reminded me of The Polaroid Kid and I just couldn't skip the opportunity to shoot them.
Oct. 5th, 2008 | 11:42 pm
posted by: knifedance in the_polaroids
The one on the left was from Canada and told me her jaw was broken and how it had happened. Both of them had been hopping trains for a long time and were eager to tell me stories of all kind.
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Oct. 5th, 2008 | 11:39 pm
posted by: thestomachdream in laceandflora
For this month's Black and Orange theme:
Baby carrots! They're all kind of misshaped and weird looking, which is, in my opinion, appropriate for October.
Baby carrots! They're all kind of misshaped and weird looking, which is, in my opinion, appropriate for October.
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Mirror; Flexible Squares
Oct. 6th, 2008 | 12:19 am
posted by: arksky in mintyapple
Another one D:
sick of them yet?
The small preview sucks,click on the image
OR
temporary live preview atcooking_cooking :3
-Flexible Squares
-Everything is enabled
-Tested on Firefox
-+tiny icons (by famfamfam)
Installation Instructions HERE
( No Sidebar Version+Codes )
Problems?Feel free to ask.
Like it?Feel free to joincooking_cooking :D
sick of them yet?
The small preview sucks,click on the image
OR
temporary live preview at
cooking_cooking :3-Flexible Squares
-Everything is enabled
-Tested on Firefox
-+tiny icons (by famfamfam)
Installation Instructions HERE
( No Sidebar Version+Codes )
Problems?Feel free to ask.
Like it?Feel free to join
cooking_cooking :D