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At the parents. Managed, in my unlimited intelligence, to leave my keys in my other jeans. D'oh! Won't be able to get in until tomorrow.

Just spent three hours in bath (firts one since Christmas) getting reacquainted with books I've not read since I was thirteen. Christ. What kind of junk did I grow up on? Well, there's a few I still like, mostly ones I was given by my uncle. Boy's books. Heh. I loved boy's books. Not too big on girl's books, they were boring.

*eyes RP* I leave for an evening and suddenly dear Mr Higgs is insulting Lee. Hmpf. Will compose retort tomorrow. Am sleepyish and hungry, and going to try and write for a bit.

Night, all. I'll be checking email semi-regularily, in case anyone needs to reach me for RP-ralted or other business.

The fuck?

The Doors are gonna be touring again. Ian Ashbury will replace Jim Morisson.

Um. Dude. Weird.

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Could somebody tell me why people on my friends list are dying left and right? Oi.

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From the RP plot chat:

Rox: Um. Plot? All I see is sex. Sex sex sex. Oh, look, a tree? Adrian and George Weasley already slept with it!

I just laughed myself silly at that, and then my brother wanted to know what was so funny, and I showed him. Then we had a brief discussion re: favourite Quidditch players (I like Keepers, he likes Beaters. Hehe.)

He also thinks it's cool I play Lee Jordan

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Um. So. Downloaded that. Song? And um. So. Dead.

Z, add me to the body count, yo.

And I concur with Fleur: SOMEBODY WRITE SINGING!OLIVER FIC!

Guh.

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Am home. Also naked because am about to change into "home" clothes, go get groceries, clean, and then cook.

And then!

Then, which will hopefully be somewhere around 10-11ish my time, I shall be on IRC. And I demand you people come and chat with me! Please? I couldn't do chat-ins anymore because I'm an oldwoman whose body ust isn't capabe of that kind of thing, but I miss the crack and the fun. Pleaseprettyplease?

For those of you who don't know where I hang out: squidge.org, #femgeeks. (Also, the swans channel, but that one's just for us.) And if there's sufficient interest, we could make a footballslash channel, and/or a HP one, or whatever.

Come join the fun! I'll have alcohol! Come witness drunk!Melle!

PSA

Hermione Granger? Cutest girl in the world; I have a crush on a 12-yo. I'm going to hell. Save me a seat, people.

Edit: Same goes for Draco Malfoy. Oi.

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Last year, at the 2nd Elevation concert in Antwerp, you played a beautiful new ballad to the bewilderment of the 16,5000 fans. We don't know if the song has a title yet, but it could be called 'I Love You'. Since then, you haven't played it again. Now we wonder if it might ever make an appearance on a U2 CD, or was it a one-off? (Either way, thanks for the wonderful surprise last August.) Cheers.

Bono: That was a gig near to Edge's bday and I improvised a song with the words "Gonna make it up as we go along/I love you, love you and our love is true - it's a birthday song for Edge."

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I! WAS! THERE!

<= soverydead

Thank you for that email. ^______^

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&@é# computer keeps restarting itself every so often. El bitch.

Anyway. Have purchased food, snacks and booze. Have 1 litre of gin and 1.25 l of tonic. Wooo! Lessee, laundry's in the dryer, and including rearranging the living room, I think I've about an hour and a half of work to do. Right on shedule. Woo.

Also, a hearty "Fuck you, you fucking fuck!" to whoever thought it was a good idea to play Teenage Dirtbag over the music system in the supermarket, because guess who is now singing that in my head? The fucker. The lyrics don't even fit at all!

Edit: Also. Note to self: make sure to slice the lemons before drinking anything. This is supposed to be about drunk fun, not about cutting off your fingers.

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For those of you who missed this, we're on IRC now. ^_^