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Talk about a blast from the past. The Spice Girls are doing a reunion tour of the UK next year. Well, only four of them. Victoria Beckham won't be joining them, which doesn't surprise me, but still. Slightly disappointing. It would be totally awesome if all five of them got together again some day. But I'm probably just being overly hopeful on that front.

This announcement just brought back memories. Lots of good girl power memories. And my first girl crushes.

So last night in my dreams, D broke into my apartment and cleaned it. And then bitched at me when he broke his finger nail tearing down my posters. He even threw a goddamn tea cup at me mid-argument, as if it's somehow my fault that he decided that didn't agree with my decorative motif and decided to start tearing shit down on his own accord. What kind of man wigs out over a broken nail anyway???

Anyway, I guess he doesn't approve of my "lifestyle" or "cleanling habits" or something like that so Chris is going to be living with him now. I've officially told Chris that he's working undercover on the D case, so there's that I guess.


Also, apparently there's a country in my dreams that let's a fucking cat choose who the next king is, which is possibly the dumbest thing I've ever heard (apart from "Orcot, we're pulling you off this murder case so the entire fucking department can look for this stupid fucking cat or else there will be an 'international incident'". What the actual fuck.)