in the non-HBP universe, more or less

[rm]

I've fallen hopelessly in love with Rome from BPAL. It may be the scent I was looking for from the beginning, and which Severin (which turned to baby powder on my skin in seconds) failed to be.

I have an audition today.

My play, The Slow End, will be at TSI at 8pm on August 31st and September 2nd. Save the dates.

I found the source of the gnats in my room, and I want to hide shrieking in a corner for a few hours. It is resolved though.

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[ladypeculiar.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid to ask . . . .

[orien.livejournal.com]

I once grew gnats in a container of orange juice that was inadvertently shoved under my desk.

Mmmm.


Michael's fallen for Whitechapel, of all things (lime? Michael? what?), but it makes me want to eat his skin. Various people roll me around in the bed when I put on Crossroads, but I still prefer Djinn over anything else.

[rm.livejournal.com]

Right in one on the OJ

And am still waiting on my Whitechapel imp.