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I am being dragged by my ankles (kicking and screaming, mind you - although the former is obviously not so effective) into Inglourious Basterds fandom. This journal a sockpuppet. This journal is a guilty pleasure. I may actually use it. I may not. I may end up writing, but don't count on it. Please don't be surprised if I start talking at length about Anne Rice.
FYI, if I give in to my baser instincts and upload a bunch of ridiculous Nazi icons, I am in fact a Jew. I can show you my papers and everything.