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aintbrokeHave 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.
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.
