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[lass_sirene]

Ugh, tonight I got another smart ass cabbie who decided it would be funny to imply that I was a hooker on my way home. I'm sorry, but after a long day of rehearsal, a girl doesn't want to stick around and "tidy up" to "look presentable," she wants to get home!

I really don't have time for it, but after a day like today all I want to do is curl up

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[falling_voices]

Your icon makes me happy. ♥

And what you're saying here is basically my life, except with less rehearsals and more English dissertations, but, ah.

[lass_sirene]

Aw, thanks! :)

Jumperfucker's fic does this to everyone, I think ours might be the story of fandom.

I remember my dissertation, and how the fic just called to me! That's also when I started work on my essay "Crossdressing in SH Fandom: A Study in Silk." I'm deep into my edits, and what do I get the urge to do? Write something scholarly about fandom. The human mind can be cruel.

[neveryou_again]

Ugh, I hate those types of cabbies. Or people in general. Judge much?

Omg I KNOW. So much excellent fic, so little time!

[lass_sirene]

I know, right? The sexism is so thick sometimes you'd think you'd see it from outside the cab.

The internet: It is here to eat our minds and souls. Not that we mind, it has porn!