Mother's Day came and went; we had beef Marseilles and lemony bread pudding, during which I had to improvise the flavor of limoncello as we did not have the real thing. Turns out one tablespoon of lemon extract to three of Bacardi works. Who'da thunk it?
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Cut for TMI about dead Communists )
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(Needless to say, our love is Tragedy Across the Space/Time Continuum! ANGSTWOE.)
You? Unchaste thoughts about Augustus? Oh, perish the thought. ;)
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You'll have to go to Europe and stare sadly at statues. I have a photo of a Lenin statue, but no Trotsky ones, I'm afraid :(
It's hard to believe, isn't it?
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That is because there are no (or v. v. few) Trotsky statues. :( They were destroyed after Stalin consolidated his power and used it to pwn all the old Bolsheviks, driving them into death and/or exile.
I know. Totally out of character.
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You don't need to socialise with people like that.
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I do need to socialize with angeljuggalette, as she is my friend, but other than that, I can take or leave Kentucky. And often choose to leave it. Screaming.
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