Sort of. My real journal is one year old today. I may write a real entry tonight, but not now. Now, I'm slacking off at work reading Cassie Claire fic. I hate Cassie. How she can write such heart-wrenching scenes and then throw a hysterically funny line in the middle of it is beyond me, but I hate her for it. Damn you, Cassie. Damn you to HELL!
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