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[shihadchick]

Okay, so normally I'd be kicking myself a lot for flunking out of the challenge, but, um. I just got to see McKay and Mrs Miller and frankly anything I have to say to myself has to filter though a thick layer of glee so, yannow. Guilt and second-guessing later. Mindless squee now. (Really, though, I tried. I mean, I did. I have fifteen hundred

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[shrewreader]

You're writing more of that.

Aren't you.

*taps foot impatiently*

[shihadchick]

*looks hunted* But the joke's already there! And, um, it's blatantly stolen from something Bono did years ago (though uh, without the kissing, hee) and, uh. Well. Who can tell what tomorrow may bring?

(I really do wonder what it says about me that impatient foot tapping actually does make me all "yes, must do that!" instinctively. Suspect this may be used against me by all and sundry. Oh dear...)

[the_antichris]

I am drunk. Can i get fraser top pull me off teh road from a speeding van and make out with me? pretty ples? (not tidying typose for your amusement)

[shihadchick]

I'm sure if Fraser was here he TOTALLY would. Til then, y ou should drink lots of water and take some aspirin, and, aw, Chris!typoes! *treasures*