Oyez, bonnes gens!

Alright, so updating my LJ from my freesbee address is a bad idea. I'm making a
note of that. To add to the following entry-that-should-have-made-it-on-Friday,
let me just add that the weekend went great. I had Jo on the phone, Fred came
over, and all sorts of goodness were had. On a less happy note, the Warrington
Borough Council's inability to pay us on time made Etienne and me lose 40
bloody pounds. How frelling fair is that? At least we got paid. Okay, now with
the entry:

Alright, so all of you who had been writing to me on my free address? Stop.
There's no point. Or very little chance that there is a point. The bloody
filters have been upgraded and I can now get to about 10% of the e-mail I get
on the free addie, and that's me being optimistic here. So if you can write to
me on freesbee instead? The address is the same as my wanadoo, except it's at
freesbee dot fr

I'm getting more and more frustrated with each passing day here, those filters
are getting ridiculous. I hate that we're on the same level as the pupils for
the computers and that we don't have access to more things. *sigh* Yesterday I
tried to check the site of an organisation against racism because that's one of
the topics the kids are working on, and it was banned! Can I know exactly what
was offensive in a site promoting the end of hate?

*takes a deep breath* On the writing front, my muses are still being fiddle
right now, so I gave a look to my Icelandic story and my Fab story. I should
force them back onto the Firefly crossover, the Alias fic or the Gaia episode,
really. (Update: this weekend saw me writing the whole of section 3 (out of 5)
of the Steve ep.)

On the real life front, I came out to Marlene, our landlady. I thought she'd got
it 'cause I often said "my girlfriend", but she hadn't. So there. She was
awesome about it. We had a little chat and it was all manners of nice. Yay!
Makes me feel so good. I felt like hugging someone after that last night, and I
had no one to. The funny part is, the_swordman (and let's hope i got
the tag right this time...), guess what? She thought you and I were an item. By
the way, do you want to maybe come over tomorrow? I'll give you a ring tonight.
I miss ya.

Finally, let me say that I feel very left out. Joey gets to read applications
for when we open up our couple and I don't? Where's the love? Where are the
pledges of lust eternal and sexual fulfillment for ever after, really?

Don't pay attention to me ranting. This internet thing's just bearing down on
me, it's such an ordeal to manage to read greenie_breizh's e-mails.
Joss, mate, it's already hard enough to be a sea apart with only e-mails and a
few phone calls. Can we not take the e-mails away? Cheers.