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[rm]

Two IM conversations that about cover the last 24 hours:

me: I really still don't know how to make a cogent post about the thing
redstapler: Jack, Tosh, and Tonks (what?) went to a dance, sat in the corner, drank vodka, and snarked about everyone. Jack danced with both ladies. Jack dropped Tonks. Everyone had ridiculous food. Fin.

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me: has there been any swimming for you there?
wordsofastory: Alas, no. We might go in a couple weeks, but they go to the Euphrates, and there's this weird disease people sometimes get from swimmign in it, so I haven't decided if I want to yet.
me: what disease is that?
wordsofastory: Some parasite that lays its eggs in you. It's pretty curable, but usually you don't realize you have it until you start peeing blood 10 years later.
me: okay, I totally object to parasites laying their eggs in you. What is funny in SF/F is not funny in my baby!

Comments

[melebeth]

Yea verily.

I would have wanted to lick you (cause he's all.... *sigh*). That's just... terrifyingly effective.

[rm.livejournal.com]

*cackles*

I didn't think I could actually have more fun than I do with the Snape thing. Oh, I was soooooooooooo wrong.

I'll be dragging this back out for Dances of Vice next weekend at absolute minimum (going in a dress, doing my modeling audition and then scrubbing my face and changing my clothes, because I'm insane).

[melebeth]

Yes. Yes you are.

[rm.livejournal.com]

Are you coming to that?

[melebeth]

Probably not. Because of the dog stuff, I'm sticking pretty close to home except for classes and rehearsals that I can't miss.

[rm.livejournal.com]

Ah yeah, that makes sense. Well, there will more photo insanity at least, as I have to get a Jen Zak picture done with me dressed up as such.