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Well, then. *stretches out on a couch to be -- oddly enough, quiet* -
Attn: Green Fairy.
Oi, Verity! I haven't seen you in ages. Come 'n talk? I've got plenty of absinthe. -
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*has been zootsuit'd, thanks to Bast, and is currently trying to inspect his clothes in a mirror*
--Well, this is new. I must say, I rather like the hat. -
Open post, of a sort
*is ...leaning back in a chair, staring at the ceiling*
Have I mentioned recently how irritating religion is? -
POOF BANG CRACKPLOT
*has been crackplotted*
*and so, is busy dumping various bottles of liquor down the sink with a faint look of disgust on his face* Why is all this wine here? Drinking is a disgusting habit. *and when that's done, he'll go sit down to read some treatise on a republic, without even a faint glimmer of amusement* -
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Merry Christmas, for what it's worth. -
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CYNIC, n.
A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are, not as they ought to be. Hence the custom among the Scythians of plucking out a cynic's eyes to improve his vision.
WINE, n.
Fermented grape-juice known to the Women's Christian Union as "liquor," sometimes as "rum." Wine, madam, is God's next best gift to man.
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Stolen from i_document_life. Why am I reading Mark's journal? I don't know exactly, but there you have it.
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*is Male again, yes, and happily so* Well, now that's settled. *whistles cheerfully*