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One:

For Oliver's b-day, Marcus organised a Quidditch match. It wasn't much - the war had killed a lot of them - but Oliver loved it.
-Melle and her resistance!boys

Two:

Marcus Flint only really knew two things: that he loved Oliver Wood, and that Oliver Wood hated him.

Randomly

Melle: http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Palms/5789/ttdwyl1.jpg
Melle: http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Palms/5789/ttshower1.jpg
Katie: "Ron's got balls down to his knees. I just have this empty piece of skin that sticks to my thighs when I get hot"
Fleur: Oh, I love that line. Having... what the fuck is this fucking boyporn, Melle?
Melle: That? Is Take That. Boyband of my youth.
Melle: I want to send that picture to *NSync and BSB with a little note saying "learn, guys"

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Cell phone: $45
Internet connection: $40/mo
Waking up to slashy textmessages: PRICELESS!

*grin*

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Oh, and regarding this?

You bitches! Warn me when you do something like this! Now I can't be sure whether Penny was called in to take care of Lee and, consequently, whether or not Lee can have had his date with her. Argh!

But oh, oh, oh, so pushing my Ter&Oli friendship button, that.

<= sick puppy

<= going to work, now!

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You know what I hate? When people email our general work account asking to be removed from our mailing list, and starting the email with "Dear Sir". Just. Fucking hell, people, it is the 21st century, there are women in the IT business.

The worst thing is that today's example of this kind of fuckheads is a woman herself. You'd think she'd realise how insulting this kind of thing is.

Fuckers.

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And on top of that, y!msgr seems determined to cut me off from human contact. *kicks it*

Oh, fuck me!

My entire music collection is All About Lumos Nox. Marcus&Oliver. Terence&Adrian. Adrian&Marcus. Fuck.

Please forgive me - I know not what I do
Please forgive me - I can't stop lovin' you
Don't deny me - this pain I'm going through
Please forgive me - if I need ya like I do
Please believe me - every word I say is true
Please forgive me - I can't stop lovin' you

And now, an update from Estrogen Central ...

Fleur and I are going to marry, respectively, Marcus Flint and Terence Higgs, and have adorable (if dim and/or flamey) little babies with them. And our kids will all be best friends, and have Oliver Wood as their godfather, and Oli and Marc and Ter will have hot sex while Fleur and I watch.

Wheee!

Edit: And then there's this ...

Melle: YES! FUCK ME I THINK I JUST FUCKING OVULATED SEVERAL TIMES OVER!
Melle: THOSE FUCKERS HAVE RENDERED ME BARREN!
Melle: (Remind me to thank them, and Meryl, for that.)
Fleur: fucking FUCK FUCK FUCK! I FUCKING HOPE TERENCE IS NOT BARREN!
Fleur: (Right, okay.)
Melle: HE BETTER NOT BE!
Melle: TERENCE! ARE YOU BARREN?
Fleur: FUCKING HELL TERENCE DON'T BE BARREN!<br

... Okay.

Rereading the chatlog with Fleur earlier. Um. We were perfectly normal (well, normal for us), and then Fleur linked to these pictures, and then we were reduced to capital letters, "FUCK!"s and exclamation marks.

We were ( impressingly incoherent. )

In other news, I am currently memorifying a whole slew of RPG entries so i can go reread them when I feel like it. Kill.me.now. Those fuckers have BROKEN me!

Oh, and you and you? I want any and all Ter&Oli logs you have. like, now. Those fuckers owe me a set of ovaries, man.

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Going home. Feel free to text me. Please?

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For those of you who like this sort of stuff, I've uploaded my RP logs. No all of them, as some of them are on my work computer, but those'll go up tomorrow.

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