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Mylene: Falling in and out of love

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The flat is currently caring for a toddler overnight and I have discovered that of all the talking I do at him (definatly 'at' because he's too little to converse) his favourite word above all others is 'necromancy.' Necromancy makes him giggle and clap his hands.

I have high hopes for this child.

But because there is a limit to how many times I can fall on the floor when he pretends to kill me (CHILDREN ARE EXHAUSTING) I am hiding in my room with tea and gorgeous female singers. Sadly, those are only in picture form.


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Repo!: Giles will fuck you up

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Tonight there was an informal sewing group in the living room as we all try and finish garb before Canterbury Faire. (Oh man, so close. How much can I not wait for nine days of medievalness? The answer is A LOT.) I am not even half way around hemming the skirt on my GIANT freaking gown. It's going to take forever but it will be worth it. Everyone loves a huge skirt.

After sewing we didn't do much. Oh, except that we watched Repo!! OH MY GOD, FOR THE FRACKING WIN! :D It made me happy in my pants and in my soul. (The bits with Anthony Stewart Head singing and being evil made me especially happy in the pants region.)

How tempted am I to watch it again later tonight? SO VERY MUCH Not at all. Nope. None.

Musical and Medieval both start with an M. M is clearly awesome.
GS: Burn this whole world down

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace

LFoD drinkies tonight means I have to clean my room. As one can understand this is a horrible thing for me to face and I have to remove to poets so I can vacuum. (Rats? Strangely not fond of the very loud sucking machine. Who would have thought it?) Uuuuugh, task too daunting. Abort. Abort.

Slave auction and party last night was pretty damn awesome even if I was - shock horror - sober. (See, mum? Totally not a drunk ;P) Had heaps of fun actually and did my regular trick of stealing leather jackets from the nearest male. It remains one of my very favourite games.

I want to end this on something really witty, but alas I have nothing.

EDIT: Hats make me look like a twat.

Rock on, my bitches.

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Drinkies the other night were awesome. Much of this opinion may be because of the fact that we got to write 'OWNED' on the face of someone who passed out. We told him he was lucky we didn't shave an eyebrow off. American Mike now swears vengeance against 'that ninja' but we all know he'll never manage it. No one out ninjas the ninja.

And now I'm tired because I stayed up all night reading Fight Club, which was written in a way that made me think I was more tired than I was. (I also couldn't see the characters as any one but who played them in the movie, even though I still haven't seen it in it's entirety.)

Tonight we're going to watch Spiceworld. This is not a joke however much you wish it was. Oh yes, Spiceworld. I can quote this movie. Oh, the mispent days of my youth! There may have to be drinking to go along with this.

(Tim! Now that Batman is all done, Indiana Jones?)