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*dances* Payday! PAYDAY! :D

Sorry. I needed to do a little dance there. I've been reading lkh_lashouts for the last couple of days. In parts, it's good to know I'm nowhere near the only one thinking that perhaps she needs to, dunno, sepperate herself from Anita and let the character be who she's supposed to be, not fictional LKH. On the other hand, mylord, the bitchery. Which is funny, don't get me wrong, but I feel like the only kid in the entirety of LKH fandom, love her or hate her, who'd kill for a Merry book over Anita everytime because I like Merry and her world. Seriously. It's like I'm standing in the lunchroom and everyone else is cliqued up, and I've nowhere to go except the round table in the middle of the room where everyone can see you and think, "Dork." Which is not the same as in elementary school when my friends and I made the middle table zee cool table. For we were awesome. I guess there were more awesome people, but I like to think I had awesomeness for one shining moment, until I realized what bitches girls could be. Oi.

Uh, anyway. We mention this because lately I've been thinking that I agree with Merry's brood, the ones who didn't flirt, didn't touch, didn't anything as they couldn't follow through. Somedays you'd kill just to get a hug or someone to hold your hand, and to be honest, I've never really been big on hand holding. Please ignore numerous occasions that might prove otherwise.

Lookit. I've run through each of the boards I whore it up at/with these days, eaten breakfast, had a conversation, snagged two mini Purezzas [you knew I would. You knew it, it was just a matter of who I'd snag 'em from. Natalie, if you wondered.], and tripped through the anti-LKH com. Good times. I have another hour before I can think of sleep since too much sleep kills me very, very dead.

Rar. I wonder if there are any extra Oreos...

Please remind me to call the bookstore Monday and see if they're open, so I can go snag some book goodness. Thanks.

Until then, I die.