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children of dune - leto 1
seperis
For years, I refused to admit I was a smoker. I really, really didn't. I bought lighters, I bought cigarettes, but I wasn't a smoker. I was someone who occassinally smoked. If by 'occasionally', you mean, 'a lot'.

Textbook definition:

It's raining outside. There is no porchy type thing around the building. You, the smoker, stand at the door, contemplating the angle of the rain, find the side of the building that it isn't hitting *quite* as hard, then duck under a three inch wide rain gutter. Everything but the hand holding the cigarette gets soaked.

You are *fine* with that. This, you consider a *success*.

isilya is destroying what's left of my inhibitions. I have never been so scared of my own head in my life.

xoverau? If you are online tonight, AIM me? I have a favor to ask.

*sighs*

In three weeks, I will own the QaF season three DVDs. I plan to get to *watch* them, in order, straight through, as SOON as I get to finish watched the QaFUK, which I have gotten through exactly one ep, because miraculously, when I sit down to watch TV, everyone and their puppy and coworker needs something. I may need two weekends for this.

Even better, I get to skip lightly over every single instance of Ethan.

*happy sigh*

In other, less interesting news, I'm looking vaguely at Valentine's Day. I have, so far, managed, by sheer blind luck, to only be dating once. This once, the boy in question gave me my white cat, who was the most perfect cat in creation and hated everyone but me and got huge. He told me the story of jogging over all of Austin in the middle of February, looking for someone who had pure white kittens. I got him an iguana. I told him about looking for the most active of seven sleeping iguanas.

When you look at my expectations of Valentine's Day, you really have to wonder what I absorbed over childhood, that I don't think automatically of chocolate, but of wildlife. Hmm.

Must. Write. Fic. At least a page.


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I won't be home from work for another hour and a half, but if you like you can email me at xoverau@hotmail.com. Or I'll just look for you under the usual name later.

When you look at my expectations of Valentine's Day, you really have to wonder what I absorbed over childhood, that I don't think automatically of chocolate, but of wildlife.
I have the coolest LOTR valentines. And chocolate hearts. I really should send them to someone.

I was someone who occassinally smoked. If by 'occasionally', you mean, 'a lot'.
Denial land, that would be me if I smoked.

-Silverkyst

LOL. The textbook definition of an American smoker maybe... unfortunately -- from my position as a non-smoker -- European, well at least German smokers are not as acquiescent. I'm still waiting that the transport authority manages to enforce the no-smoking rule in underground metro tunnel stops, and not just mentions it occasionally on the loudspeaker. I'm not holding my breath though for that to happen... Sometimes I think non-smoking bakeries would be cool, though seeing that they are so often coupled with cafes, I'm not optimistic about that either.

Even better, I get to skip lightly over every single instance of Ethan.

Which you really shouldn't be doing because while, yes, we haven't talked in a while, Sesto's Aria still exists and isn't yet complete, so you need to watch every single instance of Ethan screen time for the story's sake. *resolve face* Since, you know, you promised you'd be fair to the character and and all. ;p

I'm fighting dirty - I realize this. But I can do that, because... I'm me!

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