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Nov. 16th, 2004 02:11 pmThings I have discovered today:
-Despite training since middle school, I have yet to rid myself of my blush reflex.
-There is actually nothing funnier than a teddy in a tube. His little feet! XD
-I'm a sucker for poetry. Okay, I knew that anyway, but it bears repeating.
-First time you get flowers? Good feeling. Such a good feeling.
-I'm such a girl.
In other news, attempting to work on
merry_smutmas fic, because I have an essay due in and my room is tidy. It is a displacement activity. But anything that gets it done, right? *g*
-Despite training since middle school, I have yet to rid myself of my blush reflex.
-There is actually nothing funnier than a teddy in a tube. His little feet! XD
-I'm a sucker for poetry. Okay, I knew that anyway, but it bears repeating.
-First time you get flowers? Good feeling. Such a good feeling.
-I'm such a girl.
In other news, attempting to work on
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Date: 2004-11-16 02:29 pm (UTC)Reading that just made my crappy morning a bit better. Thanks, Nny.
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Date: 2004-11-16 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-16 02:33 pm (UTC)Meh.
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Date: 2004-11-16 02:34 pm (UTC)Wanna drabble to make you feel better? It will have to take the place of an enormous hug because I'm all the way over here, but the hug? She eess there in speereet, no?
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Date: 2004-11-16 02:36 pm (UTC)A drabble would be lovely, cheers! Something fluffy and nice and smile-inducing.
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Date: 2004-11-16 02:50 pm (UTC)It hadn't been when they'd set out- in fact the sun had been shining, albeit somewhat wanly. Before long, however, the sky had taken on that tell-tale yellowish colour and fat flakes had started to drift down from the sky, settling in Crowley's hair in what Aziraphael considered to be a most becoming manner. He'd never say it, of course.
The demon had scowled at the sky as if at some personal slight, and had hurried his pace around the edge of the lake, glaring as Aziraphael had stopped to had his gloves to a blue-tinged gentleman attempting to wrap himself in newspapers to keep warm.
"Come on angel!"
Aziraphael trotted after him, rubbing his hands together. "Oh very well. What's your hurry?"
Crowley glared at him. "You promised me tea. And that was before the snow."
The angel blew into his cupped hands, and Crowley sighed exasperatedly and grabbed the his hand, heat from his leather-gloved hand inexplicably warming him all over, bringing a faint pink flush to his cold cheeks.
It would have been simplicity itself to fetch himself another pair of gloves from the shop, but he really couldn't bring himself to protest.
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Um. Not that good, but I haven't slept, so... *g* Any more requests?
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Date: 2004-11-16 02:55 pm (UTC)It's lovely, thank you! And what do you mean, you haven't slept? Since when?
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Date: 2004-11-16 02:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-16 03:00 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2004-11-16 03:04 pm (UTC)So fabulous.
*hugs you both*
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Date: 2004-11-16 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-16 03:06 pm (UTC)And then computer room it again tonight...
*g*
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Date: 2004-11-16 03:07 pm (UTC)...Uh-oh, we'd best watch out for the schmoop. I haven't put any newspaper down.
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Date: 2004-11-16 03:08 pm (UTC)*claps hands over mouth*
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Date: 2004-11-16 03:09 pm (UTC)I suppose I'd best work my tail off this morning/afternoon, then...
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Date: 2004-11-16 03:25 pm (UTC)schmoop schmoop schmoop schmoop!
You two really are too adorable.
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Date: 2004-11-16 03:25 pm (UTC)Shaddup. :-P
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Date: 2004-11-16 03:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-16 03:31 pm (UTC)Oh well, am not only one in doomy panic, as this is class of UNUTTERABLY incomprehensible lecturer. You think I exaggerate, but for about eleven lectures, I have less than eleven pages of notes.