It Must Be a Conspiracy
I have met myself on LiveJournal. See the comments on my previous entry.
After I met "Luna Lovegood," I read her journal. Apparently, she's on a squeeblet mission. I am firmly rooted here in England at the moment. Apparently, though, the other me is not. We've exchanged some important information on Rufus Scrimgeour (he's a squeeblax supplier, did you know?), and I quite like this copy of me.
Nevertheless, this is certainly a conspiracy of dire proportions.
After I met "Luna Lovegood," I read her journal. Apparently, she's on a squeeblet mission. I am firmly rooted here in England at the moment. Apparently, though, the other me is not. We've exchanged some important information on Rufus Scrimgeour (he's a squeeblax supplier, did you know?), and I quite like this copy of me.
Nevertheless, this is certainly a conspiracy of dire proportions.