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I have spent my evening shouting about Jesus's penis at miscellanny, and using my magical hormone powers to achieve cake discount, and buying overpriced Christmas ornaments to sew onto clothes because I am not right in the head.
I also have a fucking huge box of books from amy_wolf, who REALLY knows how to spoil someone. SO MUCH CADFAEL. I AM GOING TO DIE UNDER A PILE OF MONKS.
PS: Never ever go anywhere with me when I'm in this kind of mood, I insisted on miming the action of tripping and falling into the Byzantine Empire and a LOT OF PEOPLE STARED. Sorry, London. Sorry, the National Gallery. Also sorry Jess, who is at some point going to receive a letter that consists of about eight pages of me ranting incoherently about Allen Ginsberg and honesty.
WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE.
I also have a fucking huge box of books from amy_wolf, who REALLY knows how to spoil someone. SO MUCH CADFAEL. I AM GOING TO DIE UNDER A PILE OF MONKS.
PS: Never ever go anywhere with me when I'm in this kind of mood, I insisted on miming the action of tripping and falling into the Byzantine Empire and a LOT OF PEOPLE STARED. Sorry, London. Sorry, the National Gallery. Also sorry Jess, who is at some point going to receive a letter that consists of about eight pages of me ranting incoherently about Allen Ginsberg and honesty.
WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE.