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Digging around last night in the valley of death that is my gdocs, I found both abortive attempts at an opening section to the Upstairs Downstairs fic I always sort of wanted to writeI remember distinctly thinking, two years ago, that they were both fundamentally terrible. I actually (breathe, darling, you're not going to be hounded to death for ( Read more... ) -
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My taste in perfumes is going weird.
I thought I had it worked out: I like big jungle-of-death florals and bitter leather and skank. I hate anything that smells like dessert. EasyI think Un Lys may have been the first crack in the wall. And then the huge billowy dry vanilla drydown of Coty L'Origan (which I need to blog). And today, I have ( Read more... ) -
Well, this was an entertaining displacement activity.
Anyone remember this? Anyone remember how I said I was going to do a S2?
SO YEAH THIS IS HAPPENING.
Villains S2
SUMMARY: 1974. Ten months after his driver and -- unbeknownst to him -- his wife attempted to unseat Terry Marsh from his position as ruler of Lynchester's criminal underworld, the Firm is getting its feet again with the aid of Big ( Read more... ) -
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Um, okay, so.
Apparently, in eight to twelve months my parents will be moving.
And in three months, either I will have found a job and an apartment and moved out, or I'll come home and find the locks changed.
I have no college degree and no qualifications and no savings. I work entry-level retail. I don't drive.
If anyone has any idea what the ( Read more... )