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February 27th, 2013


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[info]electromagnet
[info]valarnet
More dreams last night. Starting to really enjoy them. I've learned so very much.

Now I'm dying to try some new experiments of my own.

[info]analretentive
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[info]analretentive
[info]valarnet
Bar exam today.

Oliver, you will be pleased to know I made it. Currently standing outside the building after having taken the first half. Three hours left to go.


It seems easy enough. I am sure I will pass.

[info]obi1
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I don't want to talk about what happened to my car, but it's gone. I need a new car. More specifically, I need a truck. So that's what I'm doing today: shopping for a truck. A big one. The kind that will make people wonder if I'm compensating for something.

I don't like trucks. I'll miss my old Camry, aside from Charlie's paint job. But this is a necessity for work.

[Loras]
Although if anyone's car in our drive has ever poroclaimed, I'm compensating for a tiny penis...

[Faiza]
No more hot pink nightmare. I'm sorry.

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[info]valarnet

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[info]valarnet
I have a reality TV problem. And not good reality, not like Top Chef or anything like that.

I shouldn't love Dance Moms as much as I do. It makes me want to claw my eyes out. I remember seeing women like this while I did the piano competition thing. Thank God not on this scale, but still. Scary.

Scary.

[info]gameslave2
[info]valarnet

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[info]valarnet
I was thinking of starting a Drunken Bastard club. Go to different bars every Wednesday, drink a lot, go home. Who wants in?

[info]her_my_nee
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[info]her_my_nee
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I'm so glad the mushroom in my parking space is gone now.

I think my first instinct was right about this Tri-Wizard Tournament business. I'm worried about what might happen to Harry. Though, I know we're all going to get through this all right. I've seen a bit from our future. How strange is that?

[info]jokeshopgirl
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I must be really stressed at work. Fred, George, you should let up on me, I think. It's affecting my dreams. I'm having more dreams about Hogwarts, about Quidditch, and I've been really tired, and my period is late ;) Or maybe I've just been staying up too late watching television on my Netflix.

I'll just need to get more coffee.

[info]j_harkness
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[info]j_harkness
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Evening Valarnet! Sorry I've been MIA for a bit, but I got shipped off to a video game convention because my boss was too ill to travel. And it's easiest for them to send me places since I don't have any kids or a significant other to worry about. At any rate, it was actually kind of fun and now I'm back home.

Skimming through the net makes me think I missed some weird stuff while I was away...

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It would appear that my birthday is quickly approaching. In eleven days I'll be thirty six. Now, I hadn't felt old until very recently when Charlie was born. Thank you, James and Lily, for making me feel old. I have the desire to do something for my birthday, considering I haven't actually done anything in the past few years; however, I haven't a clue as to what I'd like to do besides spend it with my friends.

And would it be too much to ask to not have any dreams between now and then?
[info]son_of_martyrs
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[info]son_of_martyrs
[info]valarnet
Still bored, but I did manage to watch a ton of Futurama last night, so it wasn't an entire lost.

[info]solo_patria
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Today, I am a criminal. ( TW: Rabies in comments)


[info]solo_patria
[info]valarnet
I have no idea why I am admitting this on a public forum, where it will probably come back to bite me in the ass later, but I'm already composing a piece for one of the blogs anyway, so hell with it, the valarnet can know these personal details about my life.

Today, I stole something from a job. As in, I went out to the site I was investigating, did my poking around, and interviewing and snapped some secret photos, then I found something I needed to take out of there, slid it up my coat sleeve, and booked it out of there.

With any luck, they're never gonna notice, even when I blow the lid on the bastards this week.

worth it? worth it. )

...Holy shit what do I do with it?