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Somebody please tell me they logged yesterday's drunken debauchery? Cause I apparently didn't log.

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You two are killing me! There are bite marks on my hand from trying to stop myself whimpering out loud, because I'm at WORK, and Marcus and Oliver are SOINLOVE! And god. I. They. God. I need a smoke, but I'm shaking. SHAKING! Because of FICTIONAL CHARACTERS and their TRAGIC LOVE!

(On a related note, if need be, and no one else volunteers, I'd be willing to play Mme Hooch as well as Lee.)

*eyes Mireille* One copy of Quidditch Geeks In Wuv: The Soundtrack, coming up. Anyone else want one? >:)

I really need to get crackin' on these EoFs. And by the way, if I don't have your addy and you'd like to be sent Random Bits o' Belgian Junk, actual handwritten letters from yours truly, or whatever, drop me a line at my LJ addy, and you can expect harassment. :) And yes, those of you who wanted some of the books I was giving a way all those months ago, you'll get them soonish. I swear.

'scuse me, I need to go sit in a corner and whimper about Marcus and oliver and EVIL WEASLEYs and ohgodI'msopathetic

Oh, god.

No, self, this is emphatically not an M/O song, even if their love is soSTUPID.

One day, I'll make an entry that isn't fannish squealing, I swear. Just. Not today.

( Quidditch Geeks In Wuv! Wallpaper )

And now there's M/O porn in my head, courtesey of U2. Dammit, Bono!

Of course you're not shy
You don't have to deny love
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me ...

Mmmm, porn.

To touch is to heal
To hurt is to steal
If you want to kiss the sky
Better learn how to kneel
On your knees, boy!

Edit: Image fixed now

Mmm, spam

Okay, America? No wonder nobody likes you, if you advertize your freedom with Aaron Freakin' Carter!
(Rae; LJ)

Wow. This entry was beyond random. This entry didn't only embrace randomness, it dated randomness, married randomness and made randomness pregnant. This entry and randomness are about to have little random babies.
(Andrea; LJ)

I really, really think people should stop pissing off the World's Greatest Scrabble Player.
(Fleur, re: Tom Riddle, aka Voldemort)

Britney Spears is just about as 'street' as George Dubya Bush is actually qualified to run a country.
(Bohemia)

Imagine there's this grizzly bear, right? And it's really hungry. And it's really grumpy because it's both hungry and sexually frustrated. Then imagine, standing beside this bear, there's this person (very handsome, shaggable person) with a stick (or a wand, or a broomstick). They start to poke this bear with the stick (or the wand or the broomstick). They poke it over and over. The grizzly bear growls, but the person takes no notice and happily keeps poking this grizzly bear with the stick (or the wand or the broomstick). The grizzly bear snaps his teeth, but the (very handsome, very shaggable) person doesn't take any notice, and keeps poking the grizzly bear. Do the math. What do you think will happen?
(Fleur; LJ)

Melle: 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.
Beth: Yes, I agree. Draco Malfoy is the cutest girl in the world. ;-p Cheap excuse to use this icon. Bwahahahaha!
Melle: Oh, shut UP! :p
Beth: Hey, don't complain. I give good goat, man.
(LJ entry and subsequent comments)

I need a "Go to hell, just follow me" shirt.
(Melle; LJ comment)

Melle: Welcome to the Jungle, man. 's All about Axl's porn hips.
Katie: Dude. Yes. Those hips rival even Jusitn's for their ability to do things that are not physically possible.
Melle: Mmmmm, pr0nhips. D'you think Justin and Axl ever met?
Katie: Your brain! It scares me. A lot. Because it just went right there. Not that I'm complaining.
Melle: Hee! Oh, come on, how could it not go there?
Katie: I'm just sayin', mine didn't. And I pride myself on my dirty mind. But you, your scary brain is just devoted to the slash. It's like. This is your brain [holds up brain] this is your brain on slash [holds up Melle's brain]. You see what I'm saying? I love it!
(LJ comments)

Melle: Could somebody please just shoot me? Not only is roughly half the Harry Potter world moving into my head, not only am I finding myself oddly charmed by the idea of Terence/George, not only do I have approximately 687 HP bunnies -- almost all involving Quidditch, not only have I been thwarted in my desire for Marcus/Oliver in the RP, not only that, but also...
I. Have. Bloody. Staying. Alive. In. My. Flippin'. Head. *kills self*
Kristine: And then Melle went insane and finally took over the planet and filled it with slashy goodness. Meaning all the pretty boys finally got together. And all was well. Theend.
...I may not be Miss Cleo, but judging by the fact you have "Stayin Alive" in your head, the insanity part is true. I am on crack, have a nice day.
(LJ entry and comment)

Like I said, not today.

Oh, god. Cannot stop obsessively re-reading these chatlogs.

"You're-- you're everything. Everything that I ever wanted. Everything I wanted to be. All in one package."

I am such a sap.

"I want you. Always have. And god help me, I probably always will."

Whimper.

"Because you're Oliver Wood, and I'm Marcus Flint, and it just doesn't work that way."

I don't know whether to smack him or hug him.

"Why, are you going to protect me?"
"Yes."

Somebody remind me they're not real?

And I still can't get the image of them dancing (!!!!!) out of my bleeping head. *eyes Sae* I don't suppose you'd draw them for me? I'd pay you. Honestly

...

I just read "quota" as "goats".

Yeah.

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Okay, you know, it's really difficult to write a stunned!depressed!scared!Lee entry when I keep squeeing because of Quidditch Geeks In Wuv. They are such saps

"I will never be able to look a Weasley twin in the eye again."

And that made me giggle like a maniac. Oi. I need help.