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October 15th, 2015


[info]exshieldagent
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[info]exshieldagent
[info]valarnet
I sucked it up and signed up for an eHarmony account. A lot of people are meeting online now-a-days, right? I'm actually kind of excited about it. It feels like there's more of a screening process than just randomly bumping into someone in a bar. (Not that I was ever much for bars, but...)

Wish me luck?

[info]dragonspooker
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[info]dragonspooker
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Ever get to that point where your dreams stop being even remotely interesting and then segue into an inevitable train wreck? I don't care about prophecies, I don't care about your dragon drama (especially when all of you are suspicious bastards), please stop interrupting my plans of travel that involve a) me getting filthy rich and b) eating. I'd also appreciate the attempts of murder to stop, because I actually didn't do what this urinal cake thinks I did.

On the bright side, I can blame my sister for forcing me to handle this mess, otherwise I'd quit. But I hope I get cool stuff. I'm due for getting cool stuff again, dreamfairy. Hinthint.

Anyway, moving onto more realistic matters, is anyone interested in a big clunker van? It's a Frankencar, has been shot at multiple times throughout the year and still runs pretty well. It's got somewhat butchered shag carpet on the inside and I'm keeping the beaded curtains, fyi, but it'd be a good project for a grease monkey.

As for the blood in it, it's not mine, I didn't kill anyone, people who got shot just bled all over it. I'll, uh, discount it for that part.

[info]gameslave2
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[info]gameslave2
[info]valarnet
She said yes.

[info]ruinsmoments
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[info]ruinsmoments
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My dreams are starting to make more sense. Which is sort of hilarious, because by making more sense they actually make no sense. At all. Ever.

I got busted out of jail by ants. I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried. Then it turns out that the guy who got the ants to break me out of jail is actually super impressive scientist and recluse Hank Pym (big deal in my dreams, seriously, if I wasn't focused on the whole ant thing I might have fangirled a bit). Turns out he wants me to use his suit to get another suit to stop this guy from essential world domination. Ask the Avengers, I say. Screw that, he says.

Oh yeah PS. I guess I'm a part of all you people who dream about the Avengers.

[info]charmingdancer
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[info]charmingdancer
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I'm a little late in announcing this. I did not get the part of Clara, but you are looking at this year's Sugar Plum Fairy!