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Just watched Holes, in the aid of Englishness teachination.

Feel a bizarre urge to write a slash fic entitled The Notable Absence of Stanley Yelnats the Fifth.

I am entirely irredeemable.

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I've pretty much been too busy today to even glance at my flist.

I think I'm turning into a turnip from lack of human interaction.

Save me!

D:

GUHIP*

* Gratuitous Unreasonably Hot Icon Post.

(Thank you, apiphile)