AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

There exists Lee/Percy.

There is no god.

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Fucking song!

PSA

I'll be on IRC starting about mid-afternoon EST. Come look me up. there will be MSTing, blathering and absolutely no alcohol on my part.

Bottle o' Gin: "You know you want me."

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Jumping on Fleur's bandwagon, if anyone out there feels like sending me a text message: +32 986 68 90 90 +32 486 689090.

Edit: If you want to send an SMS from the web, go to ICQ SMS Centre. You don't actually have to use ICQ to use the SMS service. And it works. As long as you don't leave out digits from the pone number, d'oh. Also, a daily limit of about ten messages, I think. :(

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Melle:Just wait. One day you'll be sitting around withg your family and get a text message from "Terence" about the mountains of Tibet, and then you'll have to explain that!
Fleur:Oh, I can imagine. "Fleur, would you like to come visit the mountains of Tibet with me? Love Terence." *Fleur chokes* Family: "Wtf?"
Melle:Hee! You know, at this rate, we're gonna be GIGGLING our way up the Mount Everest. "Isn't Tibet lovely this time of year?"
Fleur:Holy fuck, we are. We're not going to be able to handle it. We'll be going to sleep one night, and one of us will just go "Dude. We're on a mountain of Tibet."
Melle: And then when we reach the top we'll fall off from the laughing.
Fleur: "We've conquered the Mountains of Tibet!!"
Melle: We need to bring a flag. "We claim this mountain in the name of Terence Higgs and the Lumos Nox RPG."

We're on CRACK!

I should be cleaning, really.

*sits*

I love textslash.

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This is officially the Slytherin Alumni theme. For some reason that probably only makes sense in my head.

Heh.

Apparently, even Oasis is All About The M/O

Maybe I just want to fly
I want to live I don't want to die
Maybe I just want to breathe
Maybe I just don't believe
Maybe you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever
(Oasis - Live Forever)

Edit: Oh, god. Jacques Brel - Ne Me Quitte Pas, and I'm thisclose to tears. i'm suposed to be tough as nails, here. Those fuckers broke me!

Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu

Fucking hell

Done cleaning. Even shone my shoes and ironed. Go me. Now I just need to cook and shower and I'll be on IRC before you can say "theirloveissostupid".

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On IRC. squidge.org, #femgeeks and #lumosnox for the RPers.