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dear stupid people:

it would not go too greatly amiss if you were to die in great numbers, assuming, of course, that the rest of us suffered no adverse affects.

affectionately yours,
cim

someone remind me not to read /friendsfriends the next time i make a move in that direction.

MORE complicated?

also i'm hungry.

::snarls randomly at things::

[for the one million, six hundred thousand and forty-SECOND time...]want wax.

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another good legolas/gimli!

be warned. she says pwp, but there's no sex.

http://www.libraryofmoria.com/legolasgimli/anunspokenattraction.txt

legolas/gimli! more?

another one that won't be on my recs page, but that someone might enjoy. it gave me a warm glow.

but i have to have some principles. i don't rec 'total eclipse of the heart' songfic with lapses from tolkienism into modern-day... um. stuff. i'd call it historical inaccuracy but for, well, it's more a lapse with the tolkien universe. anyway. so if you can wade through the encounters with gloin and thranduil and reach the flashbacks, you will be well-rewarded. pretty well. tolerably well. okay, it's sweet and melty and it has a sweet and melty, although not outstanding, sex scene.

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meef.

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mommy finished the blinds last night--without me. i guess that leaves the bathroom, although she was talking about rearranging the shelves (which is to say, all the shelves in the whole house which aren't bookshelves--to give you an idea, i'm sure if we wanted to empty all of them their contents, they'd fill ten or fifteen cardboard cartons. if we included books we could fill a room. ::looks around:: like, to the ceiling). but yes, i'm more eager for the painting, medicine chest and mirror or not. oh dear, there's still wiring to be done too, isn't there? but still. i want to at least buy the paint. you should see the tile sample--so pretty.

nice dreams, too--mmmm. -_-

isn't there a tpm story called 'fortune presents gifts not according to the book'? somewhere or other? last night fortune in the form of an unsolicited book for my daddy's review presented exactly the kind of thing my cupcake most likes to read. funny, hm? and i was sitting here, looking at the spine. it says MICHAEL ROWE, ED. and even though i knew he was the editor i was wondering, 'now what kind of title does e-d stand for?'

teehee.

good morning.

note to self

CALL NAINA

hmm.

wading through the legolas/gimli slash archive (at axe and bow). damn, i'm more than half through--i'd better save some for tomorrow. and isn't it just so--augh! why, why isn't there more of it?

lisa, my [not] big sister, took me out for coffee. she wouldn't let me babble about wax, though. said she was pregnant and had no desire to throw up any more than necessary. ;)

hmpf.