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brothers grimm
So. We're all stuck at work until eight due to evacuee services, which would be completely cool if there were actual *evacuees* in the building, one, and two, if we were the ones interviewing them. But we're not, cause the cool upper level people were bought laptops to play with and use a really cool new program that's about ten times faster than our programs that we use, and do I sound bitter?

I COULD BE DRINKING COFFEE IN BED RIGHT NOW! I've been in this godforsaken building *ten hours and nine minutes* and I swear, I'm starting to feel a kinship to the paint. It calls me Jenny and wants to date. The scary part is, this is the most action I've gotten in years. At least it's *interested*.

This ends my public oriented service announcment. NOW I sound like a proper civil service employee.

So, fannish something--hey! Someone write me Grimm fic. If I--no, don't laugh--I challenge for it, would anyone write it? Cause I am *so* in the place where Will and Jake are very pretty and make me happy. Bonus points for toad abuse and apocalypses.

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oh, barf! I hate it when I have to stay late because someone *else* is working.

So, the paint. Is it old enough to vote yet?

*pets you* Oh, that sucks bigtime.

Meanwhile, I haven't seen the latest Grimm Bro's film, so there's no way I'd participate.

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