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I have been sick of late. This is the excuse I am going to cough up as to why I haven't written a story or cleaned or really done anything at all recently. Except read Purification (OMG SO GOOD).
It's snowing here, mostly drifts. Spontanious mountian ranges have appeared all over my lawn. I only know this because I keep having to force the dog outside in it. I wish she wouldn't give me those looks.
Also, I am utterly addicted to Project Runway. (My favorites: Austin, Kara, and model Martinique) In fact, I think the entire Bravo channel just rocks. Except for Boy Meets Boy. That was terrrrrible. Like some sort of horrible queer nightmare, only on television. "Hey, you wanna go out?" "No, man. I, like, don't fly that side of the Quidditch pitch." "Damn. Guess I'm off the football team show now."
It's snowing here, mostly drifts. Spontanious mountian ranges have appeared all over my lawn. I only know this because I keep having to force the dog outside in it. I wish she wouldn't give me those looks.
Also, I am utterly addicted to Project Runway. (My favorites: Austin, Kara, and model Martinique) In fact, I think the entire Bravo channel just rocks. Except for Boy Meets Boy. That was terrrrrible. Like some sort of horrible queer nightmare, only on television. "Hey, you wanna go out?" "No, man. I, like, don't fly that side of the Quidditch pitch." "Damn. Guess I'm off the football team show now."