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posted by [personal profile] syncope at 03:07pm on 21/02/2011
Today:

It's the kind of dreary grey that I will spell gray to indicate how dreary it is. I hate the last bit of winter that clings on too hard like a shirt that used to fit.


Miss Elizah_jane is trying to convince me to write her something to entertain her. She wants ME to write cwrps. People. Do I even need to get into how crazy that is? I know she wants me to write her Misha fic, but she's trying to pretend she wants Tom Welling. I, of course, countered with Channing Tatum, to which she answered "Who?" MY LIFE IS HAAAAAAAAARD.


I am actually stalling in writing my commentary from last week's Southland (yeah, a week late, f-off), because my comments are less than praise-worthy. It's like in a relationship where you have your first fight and you think "is this it, then?" IS THIS IT, THEN?


I am, apparently, full of similes and metaphors. Does that mean I will only speak today in analogies?

eta: I've dled The Eagle novel. Prepare for hilarity.

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