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It's half eight in the AM, and I'm online. Eating pizza. Why? I don't know. But it is a fabulously foggy and misty morning. Just the way I like them! A bit chilly, can't see past the end of the house. . .ahh. The only thing missing, really, is Liam in his blue striped boxers eating cornflakes. Half-naked. Oh, fuck. Liam half-starkers in the morning is hot like a hot hot thing.
But, on to the bitching and whinging. That's what you lot came to see, innit?
Sometimes I over-analyse shite I read. I think about it entirely too long, way past the time everyone else has stopped. That's okay, though, because it is. This time, I'm over-thinking Rabid Slashergirlism™.
( My Theory of Rabid Slashergirlism™ )
Edit: I get to wear my scarf today! The leaves on the trees are coated with ice, so when the breeze blows, it sounds like music.
But, on to the bitching and whinging. That's what you lot came to see, innit?
Sometimes I over-analyse shite I read. I think about it entirely too long, way past the time everyone else has stopped. That's okay, though, because it is. This time, I'm over-thinking Rabid Slashergirlism™.
( My Theory of Rabid Slashergirlism™ )
Edit: I get to wear my scarf today! The leaves on the trees are coated with ice, so when the breeze blows, it sounds like music.
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