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Boyscout.


Alas. I am torn.

*sobs*

Looks like we'll be getting together "just to talk" either today or tomorrow. I'm not nervous, but...am uncertain about DH now, because let's face it -- no one ever beats Boyscout in the game of life. Ever.

Eeps.

*runs away*

P.S. (while I'm still thinking about it) to fruitloop #2: WTH? What...ARE...YOU...TALKING ABOUT??

I swear, the NEXT instant message I received in the middle of the night from...(can't remember the full sn) WmnHtr, or something-hater, read: "I'm a fruitloop now?" Implying that YESTERDAY'S P.S. was about him (because I always ignore that screen name...hahahaha). Unreal.

Newsflash!


You WEREN'T a fruitloop, but because of last night, you've now made an entry in to my journal. I BET YOUR LIFE FEELS SO MUCH MORE COMPLETE NOW, DOESN'T IT? Bet I just made yer whole day.

Aaaaaaaaaaahahah.

Unbelievable.

*puts both of those on the "Back to England" list for Thanksgiving*

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Words.

Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card
Which is blank, is something that he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself;

One must be so careful these days.
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