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this icon wants text. really badly. it told me so. but i have none to give it at the moment. do you? can you help poor dom find his text? suggestions? please?

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY pritchkate!!!!!

my mom and E are freakishly peppy in the mornings. it's just not right.

am a grogmonster, myself. staying up too late is apparently just something i do here, laundry or not. alas. it was cold up there under the skylight last night and i was most grateful for the snuggly company of timothy, a favorite kitty.

the coffee isn't working fast enough. could i take it intravenously, you think? snort it? would that get it to the bloodstream faster? hrm.

::sigh::

i think basket case would be an acceptable term to apply to me today. while at my parents' house, i snagged some cds of theirs that i want to copy. among them was my college a cappella groups latest cd. (yeah, why the have it and i don't...?) and now i'm listening as i work and getting all kinds of teary. why? hm. because it's a feminist group, still. because they were a huge influence on my life. because i feel like i was important to keeping them afloat when it was shakey for a while there and now they're still going and they're better than ever. because it's hard not to get nostalgic for college days every once and a while. nice shoes, man.

right. sermon keywords. i'm on it.

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omg, teh cute!
seriously, this wee fic by prillalar just made my everlovin' day. and omg, it's het!

you know what would make the day perfect? just sayin'.

eta: ahaha, just came across this woody allen quote in a sermon: How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?

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rach has posted many pics of our apartment over at saucydwellings. here is what it looked like when we moved in and here it is now (more or less, i think these pics are mostly from august).

another hermione in love fic, from sloanesomthing this time. very cute and funny.

can you believe it? my prayer, answered!

as i was coming back from lunch just now, walking across the boston common, i saw a falcon. a falcon. it was perched on a bench. some people were looking at it. apparently it had just killed a pigeon. no falconer in sight. ? i looked at it for a minute and then decided not to stick around to see if it would poke someone's eyes out with its beak. though my retreat was not as hasty as the one the man with the very small dog beat.

i suppose if you eat pigeons, the common would be a banquet.

in the sermon i'm currently going through, the keywords i've pulled so far are: war, sadness, memorial, battlefield, death. it's chipper, this one.