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Argh. Really going to bed now. Stupid RP is addictive. I'm sitting here biting my nails because I empathically don't want oliver_wood to end up with shiningexample. I want my O/M happiness, damn you!

Sob.

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*blink*

Well. That's certainly something to wake up to. I htink Lee needs to voice his horrification at certain romantic/sexual shenanigans some time today.

Random pairing of the day

David Beckham/Oliver Wood

*sits*

Yeah, I don't know, either. I was trying to figure out the similarities between their careers (just. don't ask.) and suddenly I had a mental image.

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Must stop reading Mireille's M/O at work. I'm half an emotional mess, half squirming in my seat. (TMI, I'm sure.) So good. So hot. So in love. Sigh.

PSA

Nevereverever have spaces in your file names. Never. At all. Under any circumstances. Because that really pisses off the Netscape users among us.

*goes back to changing two dozen file names on company website to remove spaces so that everyone can access them*

Hey, at least it's not Rod Stewart!

Scene: HP Room. Asorted people hanging around the fireplace. Melle: *storms in* "You fucking bitches!"
Muses: "?"
Melle: "Could either of you gentlemen explain this, please?" *points at head, around which a flock of plot bunnies in Quidditch uniforms are zipping along on broomsticks, giggling*
Muses: "Bwahahahaha"
Melle: "It's not funny!" *glare of death*
Marcus: "Wow, impressive glare. Are you related to Snape?"
Melle: "Don't. Even." *grabs bunny*
Bunny: "At last, when the Irish team had left the box to perform another lap of honour on their brooms (Aidan Lynch on the back of Conolly's, clutching hard around his waist and still grinning in a bemused sort of way) ..."
Melle: "I am not writing random-character-slash!"
Oliver: "Well, no, but it's a nice image."
Marcus: "Hm, yes. I mean, there's no telling we won't ever play on the same team, for whatever reason."
Oliver: "And win."
Marcus: "We'd be good together."
Melle: "Bitcheeeees!" *stomps out*

First boybands

Beatles, man. Twelve years old. Kinda liked Take That, but not to that level. And then The Radios, then Dylan, then the Sex Spistols, Metallica, and *NSync.

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Yo, Amy!