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[bubosquared]

Hm. Am thinking. It hurts. Out of practise.
(Fleur; y!msgr)

Melle: I'm training [my brother] to be a slasher.
Fleur: Alright! What's his first ship going to be?
Melle: I have no clue. I'm sort of gently influencing the way he looks at things, first. Then I'll slip him some fanfic.
Fleur: Just into his morning orange juice when he's not looking, or what?
(y!msgr convo)

And good lord, do I ever need to find out what sort of crack it is I'm on.
(Tri; MSM)

Get this Rod Stewart rubbish out of my head, by the way. NOW.
(Mireille; LJ comment)

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

Steve: (submitted question) 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."

Fleur: I hold firmly to my Perolly.
Melle: I hold firmly to the conviction that perolly sounds like a cough medicine.
(LJ comments)

You know it's time to clean when ...
... the dust bunnies under the bed are forming allegiances with the plot bunnies in your head. (Hm, now I know where my recent crack-dreams wame from.)
... you can't see an inch of your kitchen counter anymore.
... you can't, in fact, really see your sink anymore.
... the fungus in one of your pots is demanding equal rights. And it's getting support from the content of your fridge.
... you just received a declaration of war from last week's bread.
mood: cleany
music: War cries coming from my breadbox, chants of "Equal rights, NOW!" from the rest of the kitchen.
(Melle; LJ entry)

By promoting abortion you're the underground resistance!
Marcus somehow manages to read?
[F]riends list cleaning as an industrial underground resistance!
Also, survey, stolen from last week's bread.
[H]ow they're sucking away attention from last week's bread.
And it's back to Scream!Zarya.
My brain has a yahoo ID.
(LJ Randomiser)

And now, we go for lunch. And we write