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So I owe my landlord five hundred quid and my parents seven, I have no job, I have a nasty steenking cold, it's grey and wet and gross outside.

And I'm in such a good mood. And if that sounds sarcastic? SO NOT. I am chirpy as a masturbating parrot. WTF?

First five people to leave me a prompt get something ficcy. I dunno how long it'll be, but. Whatever you want, man.

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I am, temporarily at least, culinary genius.

Mushrooms stuffed with couscous, which had in it tinned tomatos, kidney beans, sweetcorn and chilli powder, all of which was topped with melted cheese.

I may never move again.


Also, comments to my previous entry now include two A/C ficlets, a Wensley/Brian, a Remus/Sirius and a Jack Sparrow/Parrot. Go check 'em out and leave me feedback. I am demanding, yes.

(And Sam, I ain't forgotten about yours. I just think it'll take rather longer to write than the others.)



Since I'm still taken with the spirit of the wanking parrot, five again. First five with prompts get ficlets. GO!