Hm.

Dinner went well. I smell like Nag Champa. This is not a bad thing. What is sort of a bad thing is that Gurl.com seems to be down, and I wished to Post Fic.

Ah welly. what I am actually going to do is transplant republican Ivy plants. I have two -- Danton and Robespierre. Right now, Robespierre is flourishing, while Danton has grown pale and sickly.

How devilishly fitting, n'cest pas?

but, but but. It is a fantastically glorious day outside, and my mom has gone to Baltimore, leaving me a fridge of hard lemonade.

Life's little blessings.

Yes.

<<agé chose>>

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