When you type in 'next iron chef rpf' on Google, a link to my journal shows up at the bottom.

Er?

But okay I still want my Forgione fic, I won't front. Give it to me. /grabbyhands

Last night I had a dream I was the leader of a merc team operating in the Ukraine after a nuclear apocalypse. *_____* BADASSERY. TELEPORTATION. You don't even know.

So after staying up until 3:30 AM having a philosophical discussion over the state of Byron Lewis' mind with one friend, and talking to another friend about how dorkily wonderful the lesser-known Batman villains are, then crawling up to bed and reading The Picture of Dorian Gray until I eventually dozed off at 4, I got strange dreams.

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