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[Looking around the table for who ordered this fine dish] Who ordered the Rule #29 (clenching paws in the air repeatedly)? Be careful, the plate is very hot.

This song is almost tolerable now, Ragnhild K.!

It's as silly as when someone started lecturing me on why "virii" is wrong.

I still can't get the computer to recognize the iRiver to synch the Nightwish Colin gave me, but I figure that'll come in time.

Shangy is a band-name-spelling nazi, which is pretty silly.

Yesterday was fun. I think my dad was a rockstar in a past life, possibly.

So the thing I was talking about yesterday... it's this: fathersandsons

For the last two years, thinkatory and I have been working on this... fanfiction project of the Harry Potter persuasion. Kind of. It's... big. There's no other way to describe it. If you are one of the people on my flist who might have a shred of interest in something that deals with MWPP-era wartime, werewolves (including Remus Lupin, Fenrir Greyback, and a host of others), politics, Order members, and yes, more OCs than you can shake a stick at (but the good kind of OCs) then you should check it out. The first chapter (which is admittedly prologue/backstory) is up.

The assistant dies.

I'm definitely going to wear the orange space-dyed socks to work tomorrow.

My Sock Dreams socks came today and I love them.

I went to the neighbor's picnic for a handful of minutes, just long enough to eat their food, and then it started to rain.

They're using my absolute favourite Turin Brakes song in this Confidential.

I'm so used to therapists who don't care and make me feel worse that finding one who makes me feel better is a surprise.

I'm watching the Doctor Who Confidential now and it's not making me like the episode any more, but it is reminding me of the bits I did like.

Right now, I hate the British Isles with the power of a million exploding suns.

I never would have predicted this, but my therapist actually said some stuff this week that made me feel better about things.

Holy shit, there's a Dolce & Gabbana campaign where no one is naked.

I have no doubt that if my parents had gotten married and I had spent my life living with my father, I would be dead right now.

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