This is it, Kos. I've had it. Hear that? HAD IT. WITH YOU. DAMN, HOW DO I MAKE THESE ALL CAPS GO AWAY. MAKE THEM GO AWAY, KOs. Hey, did you do that, or did I? If you did it, then you can damned well change the spelling of my name.
I've tried emailing you. Daily. For weeks. I've been polite. I've been explicit in my instructions. But you won't change the freaking spelling of my only handle here at Kos.
What is it with you, anyway? Some kind of freaking fascist fascination with orthographic hegemony? We choose our names and then we're stuck with them? It's bullshit, and I won't stand for it.
And another thing. The color scheme. What the hell were you thinking? It looks like hell in here! I hate it. CHANGE IT!!!!!!!!
AND WHY THE--OH SHIT. TAKE OFF THE FREAKING ALL CAPS, KOS! I said, oh thanks. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Why the hell are diaries on the right, instead of on the left. Are you telling me that you're to the Left of me? Well, I'm telling you that you aren't. It's bullshit!
I know I'm going to get flamed for this diary, because the people here are sheep, and lemmings, and sloths, and nematodes. Yeah, I'm talking to you, Dr. Darksyde, BfD! Mr. Smarty Pants Nematode. This freaking place is a freaking fascist ark of animals--and not just any animals, but the ones that usually come off looking poorly in fables.
Change my damned spelling!!!!! I want to be
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UPDATE: So, Kos, it seems you're too scared to let diarists recommend their own diaries multiple times! Freaking control freak, with your gaggle of bad animal types.