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I was trying to get some much needed room straightening done last night, (that was the plan, anyway,) when I was attacked by people who insisted that I go out and have fun instead.

Well, there went my evening.

So April and Miitch and I read through my backlog of "savable" comics, and wasted time online with name generators and quizzes (Miitch is camo. Ha.) and off with *gasp* conversations. (We did manage to put together a dinner between the lot of us.)

I was pestered about my boyfriend, who, it turns out, I have not told anyone much about. (As of last night, this has not changed. I really don't see how it's any of their business.)

We went to the late show of Lilo and Stich, and we very nearly had the place to ourselves. (I think the other people might have left midway through the movie, because we're scary like that, but I'm not sure.) It was still good, even if April was crying. (It's a cartoon for Pete's sake. Albiet a creepily accurate cartoon. I was Lilo as a small child (only less disturbed), Mac and Tov will back this up.)

Then we wandered into Minority Report, which was surprisingly not horrible. (Neither Miitch nor April had snuck (Spell check tells me that the past tense of "sneak" is "sneaked." I don't buy it.) into a movie before. Plebes.) As I strongly dislike the idea of predestination, I couldn't really get behind the whole "precog" thing. But, it didn't insult my intelligence or my squick-sense so it was truly a triumph of Hollywood films.

I really miss decent films. Not here because they've never been here, but foreign, or indi or something. Something like Dulcie's film HtMoMSMfBaTSA (that's a long acronym....) or Amelie, or something that I could get reasonably excited over. (I'm asking too much aren't I?)

In any case... we didn't get home until 12:45, which oughtn't feel that late, but I was up at 5:30 the day before to finish off the bouldering wall. (Which is very-nearly-almost done.) So now I'm falling asleep at my desk, and it is not good. I think I'll go find some caffinee.

Damn.

We all know and accept that I'm a private person. (Lousy with secrets, but bad at "sharing".)

They've found me. I really was enjoying not having people I see on a daily basis read this, but Miitch saw and remembered the domain... And Terra informs me that she too has found me. I don't like it. Not at all. When it was just the three of you, or random internet people that I don't know, I didn't have to think about censoring myself.

And now I do.

I had something I wanted to write about work and the Contingent and slash- and no, the three were not related... But now I don't want to.

And I'm sure I've managed to insult you two now- (I don't know- maybe Bibi read this too and it's really three of you.) but there are things that I'm simply not willing to share with you.

So now the question is weather or not I'm willing to move and set up a different livejournal. How Ok am I with this anyway? The Contingent knows everything that happens to me anyway... Yes, everything. It's kinda creepy, but not, because it's you and you are as much a part of me as my arms and left leg.

So now I'm grumpy because I had all sorts of things to write and instead I wasted space with this angsting flibbergiddet.

Blearg.

Have decided, during the course of my nap, that I will not be censored. Certain people will just have to handle knowing too much about my sex life. (That right there is probably more information than they had before... but hey, such is the price.)

So, Contingent- I despise you and I wish you all to hell and back.

Mac and honorary-Contingent-member-Dave: I want to be where you are. I expect photos and letters and calls from hole-in-the-wall cafes in Asisi. (Steff raves about the coffee in Asisi. Some place called "Anji" is not to be missed. Anji doesn't sound the least bit Italian to me, but what do I know?) If, by some wonky coincidence, you happen to see Francesco Totti, you are to spit on him, and (if possible,) break both his ankles.

Tov: I despise and revile your father. Tell him that just because he's loosing money on the office and thus is closing it, is NO reason to sell the house. Really.

Angel: You may well be the most amazing woman I know, thank you, I love you, and I wish you were coming down to play squash with me. No one here knows how to play, and the idea of me teaching someone is laughable.

In other news- I have been reading far too much Harry Potter fanfiction lately. I wish that someone would explain how I can enjoy Sirius/Remus slash and be totally squicked by Ron/Harry. It's the almost/basically the same damn thing. Also- am still a fairly vehement Harry/Hermione shipper, though I'll read just about anything that's well writen. (Yes, I still have this thing about people using decent grammar.)

Gaming tomorrow, if I can get out of party that I'm supposed to be going to... When weighing alcohol vs Evo, the competition isn't even close. However, I did say I would go, and I dislike leaving Jeff to his own devices whilst in public... Maybe he'll come play too. That would make life easy.