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Last night I was dared to post something specific and embarassing from late night rambling between Kali and I. Of course, I can no longer remember the specifically brilliant phrase. However, the evening, and post, did include The Sad Panda Victory Dance and her deciding to call me Snakelette.

Also, sola has directed me here: http://www.daintyanddirty.com

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I just talked to my mother, who reports that my parents received my letter late last night. She says they just want me to be happy and healthy, and then obsessed on my intestinal distress for about 20 minutes. So I suppose everything is fine. Although at the moment, it doesn't particularly feel that way for whatever reason.

God, NYC's mail sucks.

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I'm glad I only stumble upon these things in tax season when there are not extra funds (and if there were, they'd be going to my Regency tailcoat). That, however, doesn't stop me from posting the link: http://www.kambriel.com/men-snape.html