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Jun 21, 2003 02:39

*sigh*

Richey is sulking. I said something, or didn't, or did something, or didn't. Or something. I miss Ace. At least she wasn't quite such a danger to herself.

I took Gerald to a "Manic Street Preachers" concert for a perspective on current Welsh culture. It was when they were still any good, so Richey couldn't come because of the whole paradox bit. Gerald too has now taken to horrific misery, but I think it's more out of fear than belated adolescent despair. I just hope he doesn't self-mutilate. It could be unwise pre-penicillin.

Gallifrey, much as I love it, no longer seems to offer much to those of us who aren't sleeping with at least four of the other members. If anyone would like to prove me wrong, I am available for cake and discussion, so long as it isn't of clothes or boys.

That said, I feel that I probably owe yourfutureruler a sympathy fuck, but that's entirely up to him.

Zoe seems more than usually unbalanced, incidentally. If Two would like to do something about that...?
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