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Ow.
Now, I've never broken a bone in my life. Ever. Even the one time it would have been cool to break a bone-when I fell off a ski lift and had to duck and roll with my injured arm because the Irish lift attendant *sigh* was yelling at me trying to save my life because he was madly in love with me-all that happened was some 1st aid eskier had to ( Read more... ) -
Behold!!! More Kismet!!!
So maybe I'll show a lil' more...
“Seth,” she struggled with the words “why didn’t you-”
“Call you, Kate?” he asked incredulously as he instinctively reached for his pack of cigarettes, which Kate removed and dumped into the trash bin. It made a resounding plunk sound. A bit like the period at the end of a sentence.
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So the other day my grandparents gave me my key...an official, weighty piece of something real to hold on to and possess when things get crazy...
Which they have. Apparently I can't really go home this week. I was told that it was better "knowing I was safe with them" instead of being "in and out" at my own home.
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Fanfic: From One Bird How to Sing
AU: Elizabeth Page, daughter of New York's governor, is happy and content in her hectic, completely scheduled life as a museum curator-sort of. But when a newly acquired piece of artwork is stolen and philanthropist and entrepreneur (read: THIEF) Jack Voegele sets off to find it and she follows, her life changes (though if it's for the worse or ( Read more... ) -
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Bah. Movie finished. Got paid. Got into NHS. Got car. Got problems out the wazzooo..
Working on Kismet again...
“So?”
Seth looked up from his desk. Kate stood at the door, seeming to be poised to turn and leave in any moment. She’d successfully avoided the past three days, since the girls had all gone their separate ( Read more... ) -
Til I dropped
I've waited until LAST MINUTE to do all of my J. Prom shopping. Take it from me, if you haven't gone yet, don't. Wear a paper bag. Or a lamp shade. Or don't go at all. Everything has been picked over and unless you're willing to shed big bucks/ found a genie, then just DON't GO ( Read more... ) -
Hey, Brain...
Sup? Remember me? I'm that piece of bones and flesh and stuff you're attached to? Yeah. Heh. Listen, could you do me a favor? Could you please, like, STOP ALLOWING IN ALL OF THE HOMELESS PLOT BUNNIES OUT THERE? AND THEN LETTING THEM USE MY HEAD LIKE A FREAKIN' BREEDING GROUND?!?! Great. Thanks. Buh-bye.
