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( May. 27th, 2011 11:37 am)
I want to take a walk before work so badly, but it won't stop raining and it just makes me want to punch the sky in the face, bite something, tear something apart. Bad weather didn't USE to get to me this way. Is this part of growing old? I used to avoid sunshine like the plague, now my sanity seems to depend on it. The never-ending dripping sound outside the window...something's gonna snap.

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( May. 18th, 2011 02:12 pm)
The sun is shining. First I will go and pick up my new glasses(!!), THEN we'll start digging up the plants in the front yard!  THEN we will buy new ones (and mulch and such) and plant them! Please let this turn out well. Please let this turn out well. PLEASE, and so on.
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( May. 14th, 2011 02:12 pm)
I'm excited! See, I've come to a decision: I'm going to dig up and throw away the two rhododendrons in the front yard that have been giving me grief, plus the poor spirea. I will replace one of the rhodys with a new one (red!) and where the spirea and the other rhody was, I shall plant this. Isn't it gorgeous? Things will be on their way to being beautiful! I think.
Tags: just how BRUISED you feel after rocking a weighted hoop around your midriff for just a couple minutes. They don't sell padding for that? Come on! I want my muscles to feel sore, not my skin.

It's overcast and I'm grumpy. Also: Nightcrawler #80 on IGN's Top 100 Comic Book Heroes list? Beaten by GAMBIT and BEAST?? WTH?

roily_rogue: (Tom is swell.)
( May. 4th, 2011 01:14 pm)
Today will be awesome.
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( Apr. 30th, 2011 01:46 am)
I bought a hula hoop. At work, at first - one of the toy ones, for kids. I thought "Hey, $3 exercise equipment!", came home and discovered that a kid's hoop is useless for adult exercise. But, hooked on the idea, I got myself a grown-up, weighted one for $17 and hey, I can actually use this one! Here's to losing weight!

Today, at work, a lady asked me if we had lens cloths. I told her that last time we did, they were down in Electronics. She shook her head.
"NO," she spat. "They're for cleaning GLASSES".
"I know," I said, "but they're also for camera lenses and stuff. I bought some, myself!"
"No. Forget it. That's a stupid place to put them."
"Uhm. OK?"

To be perfectly fair, she was using a walker and might have felt miffed she had to walk all the way down to the end of the store? Still.
Btw, the lens cloths in question look like condoms in their square little wrappers. I always love pulling one out in public.

Other than that, I have been cranky. I dunno.
roily_rogue: (Tom is swell.)
( Apr. 24th, 2011 11:38 pm)
- I made key lime & white chocolate cupcakes! They taste as splendidly as you might suspect.

- I randomly found a blog post with an adorable little girl. It was her birthday party and it was all a big success (even though she had ordered a blue cake and got a green one instead - blue food coloring's hard to find in Sweden, I've noticed).

- Markus the Cat is a smooth, conniving little sociopath! We feed our two cats separately, due to Busy getting crystals and needing a special diet. Markus is overweight, so he gets a small amount of diet food twice a day. Busy's a snacker with an overactive metabolism, so we've taken to feeding him several times a day. Sometimes Markus happens to be in the room when this happens, even though he's not supposed to be. Like today. He was aware, of course, that he wasn't allowed to eat out of Busy's bowl, and keenly aware that we were right there, watching him. So he sat himself down next to Busy, staring at him snacking away for a while. Then he very, very gently and politely stretched out a paw, and fished out a piece of food onto the carpet, where he devoured it. While we gaped, he repeated the process.
He got into trouble, alright, but it's hard to be mad at someone that cheeky.

- Oh! Easter baskets! I got a huge Easter basket with candy from my hubby! He also included sugar snap peas and chips with guacamole dip! I got him one, too, with smoked oysters and cream cheese and Trisquits and candy and a chocolate bunny with a little storybook where you can read the tale of the bunny you just bit the head off. <3

- And I made stuffed game hens! (Take a look at Elsa's blog, btw - it's mainly in Swedish, but she and her blog is gorgeous. Someone even started a tumblr for her!)
roily_rogue: (Icon of Disapproval)
( Apr. 21st, 2011 08:17 pm)
Tom! Mr.Hardy, sir. Your physique is starting to freak me out. Take care of yourself, please.
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( Apr. 21st, 2011 12:16 am)
I've had an awesome day! My new boots are amazing - comfy and gorgeous and perfect - and we got some money, so we went out to eat and went to town and Bath & Body Works had this buy-3-get-3-free deal, so I splurged and came home with two fragrance mists ("Carried Away" and "Country Chic"), two shea cashmere hand creams (same), one shower gel ("Country Chic") and one body lotion ("Dancing Waters")! Oh, and I bought a most pleasant issue of Wolverine.<3 Also: blackberry lemonade.

Tired. Nap now.
  • I just ordered these! My left foot has been swimming in rain water for too long. To add insult to injury, the shoe stores have decided that real ladies don't need boots at this time of year while the weather says that yes, you really do. So, online I went. I never ordered shoes online before. I'm a little nervous, but hey, free return shipping!
  • I'm also on AO3 now! Maybe there will actually be more than one story there at some point, who knows? Seriously, my output is pathetic. I need to stop wallowing in my own inadequacy and start producing.
  • My cat Busy has started stinking these past couple days. It started as a cloying, musky-sweet smell and turned fishy-cheesy after that. I suspect there's something wrong with his anal glands, so off to the vet he goes as soon as the next check rolls in and here's hoping it won't ruin us again. Sigh.
  • I've gained weight and had to get new pants.:(
  • I sniffed B&BW's new perfume Country Chic and now I want it. I want it bad. Although I wonder how they managed to cram "bright spring woods" in there.
  • I just got Carla Speed McNeil's Finder graphic novel "Voice". It's a strange, dark, but absolutely fascinating coming-of-age tale and you all need to get it and read it. That is, if you're not allergic to being confused now and then, because the Finder world is so rich and detailed, Carla's in the habit of adding footnotes for every page at the end of every volume. But the pay-off is so worth it. Nothing in Finder feels predictable or cliched. It's a bizarre world that also makes a frightening amount of sense, and at its core is a bunch of well-rendered, believable characters. Read it, please. Support good work! She has an uncompleted sequel to Voice up on her site, un-inked, but very readable.
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( Apr. 12th, 2011 02:58 pm)
I baked cookies! They are delicious.

Here's how my cooking experiments turned out:

Shredded carrots lightly fried up with ginger, sweet chili sauce and some cream and served with chorizo: good. There was something a little lacking, though. Maybe I should have used fresh ginger instead of dry. Maybe I should have added something more. I will work on it.

Shrimp salad with turnips: meh. Not because shrimp and turnips isn't a smashing combination, because it is. But with "salad", I mean the kind that has a mayonnaise-and-sour cream base, and it tasted bland despite the addition of tabasco and sriracha, up until I finally got the kick I needed by adding lemon juice. Problem was that I couldn't taste the turnips after that. So maybe I should just shred turnips over a regular salad with shrimp on it? There must be a way!

Fennel- and pear salad: good! Just a little bit dry, because I just added the fennel and pear to spinach.  I love the fennel-pear combination, though. It's light and fresh. I just need to think of some kind of dressing that won't overpower it.

Ground beef fried up with peanuts, peas and sourcream (with sweet chili sauce and sriracha added for kick) : heck yes! Too bad it's not my idea, though - My dad used to make it.

Tilapia baked with tomatoes, onions, tarragon and cream: good, but I think my hubby wanted a little more flavor to it. I come from the land of bland food, I'm afraid.

Potatoes and onions fried up with dijon mustard and served with roast beef: YES! Sometimes it doesn't need to be more complicated than that.


I'm trying to start another fic, but don't know what to write about. I do know that I want it to be a continuation of The Quiet House, exploring where their relationship goes after that, but I can't have it be just about their relationship or I will bore myself writing it (I'm not sure why, but there's quite a gap between what I like to read and what I like to write). There needs to be a plot, I'm afraid. And I'm kind of no good at plot.

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( Apr. 7th, 2011 02:26 pm)
They actually list Asian eyes as "defects". Genius beauty, indeed. And I love how there's only one comment remarking on it, immediately followed by a protest. 
roily_rogue: (Tom is swell.)
( Apr. 6th, 2011 11:17 pm)
So, after finishing the fic, I kind of...dropped. I didn't want to write anything at all, really, so I just curled up in my shell with a bunch of chocolate and games. I've had worse weeks.

Hubby will be too occupied to cook the coming week, so it will be up to me! Meaning, lots of vegetables. I have so much I want to try! I fried up some carrots with ginger, sweet chili sauce and some cream the other day and had it with Polish sausage. Yesterday I discovered that turnips go well with shrimp. I want to make a fennel salad with pears and...something! Green beans with something lemony! Bake tilapia with tomatoes and onions and cream! Make these mashed potatoes! I want everything to be magnificent!

Also: I got a 25 cent raise and a very good work review! The standard raise is apparently 20 cents. I called hubby and he greeted me with flowers after work, as well as two napoleon pastries and strawberries covered in chocolate.<33


roily_rogue: (Tom is swell.)
( Mar. 31st, 2011 12:47 am)
It is done. I have earned cheesecake.

The Quiet House
Characters: Arthur, Eames, a few OCs.
Genre: Gen, Drama, Angst
Rating: PG-13 for violence.
Word Count: 8504
Warnings: Death of a parent. Someone has a stroke. Also, some violence.
Summary: Arthur has a very good reason to be back in his hometown. He has a very good reason for inviting Eames there, too. Probably.
Author's Note: Post-Inception. A friendship fic, disguised as a background fic for Arthur.

The Quiet House. )

Message not to self:

I have today off, y'all. It will be spent right here, in a haze of caffeine-induced creativity. 

Also, I bought a watch at work yesterday for $4. A co-worker deemed it "badass". It is.
roily_rogue: (Hug!)
( Mar. 28th, 2011 11:23 am)
New rule in this house: DO NOT DISCUSS MONEY ISSUES RIGHT BEFORE BEDTIME. I couldn't get to sleep until 6AM and then I woke up again after 4 hours. But that is why they invented coffee.

Been working on fic. Yeah. This playlist with relaxing music has kept me from going mental. I recommend it to anyone who feels like they're going to pieces. Incredible visuals, too.

Sweetest game premise ever? Tiger and Monster had a fight and you must bring them back together by removing the blocks in the correct order.<33

And, finally:

Fluffy love. )

Woke up around 6:30AM from EXCRUCIATING PAIN. I cried (tears and all) and screamed (literally) for hubby, who was up, and he came and saved me with his presence and a hot water bottle. Yes, it is Menstruation Time in Roily Land and the roller coasters are now operating 24/7. You might want to bring a Kleenex or two.

I took a nap, and within five seconds, Markus was there, digging at the blankets, narrowly missing my face with his claws, and he didn't stop until he was safely nestled under the covers, pressed up against me and purring like the little cuddle machine he is. When I had to switch position, he pressed up against my back instead. With a little sigh. I shouldn't love a creature that annoying so much, but he's irresistible.

Aren't you, sweetie? Yes, you are.

Yeah. That's all I've got. Now: pain killers.

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( Mar. 17th, 2011 09:35 pm)
Today I frown upon, where you can no longer buy individual e-cards for 99 cents. Instead, you HAVE to buy a subscription for $12 or stick with the few, crappy freebies. "Only $1 a month!" they hoot. Great if you actually tend to send more than 12 e-cards per year. A COMPLETE RIPOFF if you don't. *waves fist* I wanted to send my dad a Hoops & Yoyo card.:(

Had a bit of a nervous breakdown the other day, inspired by a leak in the garage ("leak" might not be the word, actually - water is welling up from this...thing sticking out of the floor, whenever it rains heavily), complete with wailing and crying and clinging to hubby while saying melodramatic things. A little odd, but then the thunder broke out and it all became clear. I am so in touch with nature that I always get cranky during thunderstorms. Special, huh?
Maybe that's why I don't find this soothing at all.

Anyway, the fic. It's...*sigh*...almost done. The question is how long it's going to keep being "almost done". I keep finding faults with it. The prose is just MORPHING before my eyes, reading as awkward one moment and flowing the next. I change one detail and then realize that just rendered another scene, or piece of dialogue, implausible. I'm not sure when to describe and when to just hint. This is why I so rarely write or draw or do anything creative, OK? I never get to the point when I can say "It's done" and just put it out there. Even after my hubby's beta round, I keep finding errors or things that seem like errors and they all sting. God.
The devil's in the details, I guess. Maybe I should just put it out there and edit it afterwards, if needed. Maybe? That's the perk of the Internet, after all.
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( Mar. 14th, 2011 07:54 pm)
I've been following the BBC live updates of the Japan situation and I just can't process the disaster down there. The magnitude of it. I'm watching reporters walk around in the rubble and I wince when they come off as more enthralled than grave. And I wonder, is it a defense mechanism to not simply burst into tears and rock back and forth wailing in sympathy? Or do we just not understand because we can't understand unless it's happened to us?
I'm trying to turn my sleeping schedule around into something semi-normal, meaning that I've been awake for 32 hours straight and am planning on being up for another 8, at least. I'm not at my best, in other words.

Even so:

1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2. List (and upload/link) 5 songs you love that begin with that letter.
3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.

[personal profile] sharpest_asp gave me a "g" , which turned out to be surprisingly difficult, but I prevailed!
An alarming amount of these are in Swedish. Sorry. Or actually, no, not sorry, but...sympathetic, perhaps?

First out is Andreas Johnson's "Glorious". Because that's exactly what it is. Simple and magnificent.

Second is Helen Sjöholm's "Gabriella's Song". There's a story behind this one, as it's basically the pivotal point of the movie "Så som i himmelen" ("As it is in Heaven"). I wasn't very impressed with the movie itself, from what I remember, but Helen Sjöholm herself plays Gabriella - a victim of spousal abuse - and this performance is her standing up to her husband and finding new confidence. I think that's all the context needed to appreciate the scene.
I'm really just a Helen Sjöholm fan. Here's the studio version for those who are interested.

Helen Sjöholm was also the star of the musical Kristina från Duvemåla, which is where the next song comes from. It's sung by Peter Jöback, though - who has a golden voice and is cute as a button. Of course, since it's from a Swedish musical about Swedish immigrants, it's about death and despair, but what can you do. It's pretty, at least: "Guldet blev till sand" ("The gold turned into sand").

Next is "Gravitation" ("Gravity") from the early days of Kent, when they were young and still somewhat indie pop. They sound so charmingly rough and yet the melody's as beautiful as they always tend to be.

And, finally: "Glory of love" with Peter Cetera. Because when I was a kid, I would always bring my walkman on car trips (and, later, wherever I went, to the annoyance of anyone who wanted to communicate with me). My uncle had given me two Peter Cetera cassette tapes that I would listen to obsessively, way past the point when they were frayed and tangled. I loved this song. I would try to figure out what the lyrics meant, singing along in fake English (I was eight!) and imagining all sorts of epic adventures. I still love it.


I think I'll just stick to moisturizer, though.

roily_rogue: (Icon of Disapproval)
( Mar. 4th, 2011 04:43 pm)
My hubby finally finished betaing my fic! I should read his comments. I really should. Yes sir. There's no reason to be NERVOUS.
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( Mar. 1st, 2011 01:53 am)

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( Feb. 27th, 2011 02:53 pm)
The check came! The big one! So yesterday, we went out to eat and splurge a little. My Valentine's Day present was my very first M.A.C lipstick - "Capricious". I'd post links to swatches of it, but I have now learned that they are absolutely unreliable, so I won't. I also came home with books! I found Ghost Towns of the American West and "Ghost Towns of the West" (link to come once I have the time and energy to look for it) for cheap. We took the bus home with my boxed leftovers leaking out of the bag and dripped our way home in the cold. Then we spent the rest of the night reading, eating fancy chocolates and drinking water out of heart-shaped straws while the cats were tearing stuff up around us.<3

Am happy.

roily_rogue: (Joe the Saint)


( Feb. 24th, 2011 03:44 pm)
Around 4:30AM, hubby and I looked outside and everything was white! He was practically jumping up and down in excitement, so we decided to take a walk to the store to buy tuna. It was magical - everything was quiet. The sky glowed. Tons of big, soft, fluffy flakes drifted down gently and settled in his beard and my hair and it wasn't very cold at all. It was perfect.

And today we got a check. Not the big one we'd been waiting for, but a smaller one that will come in handy while we wait.
I'm cranky. Partly because I just got my period, but also because a check that was supposed to arrive last week still hasn't ("processing error", they just let us know, after a week, when we finally asked. It was sent yesterday, apparently), we're running out of food and have two dollars in the bank account. Also, no snow. Even though the forecast promised! :( I was hoping the snow would cheer my hubby up, but there's been nothing. Sigh. We got some snow! It's gone, but for a half hour or so, there was snow!

As soon as that check comes, we're finally going to celebrate Valentine's Day.
roily_rogue: (Icon of Disapproval)
( Feb. 22nd, 2011 04:03 am)
Today at work, a lady walked up to me, leaned on her cart and said "Can I ask you something?"
I, naturally, said yes, and she went:
"My idea. Of customer service. Is that if the customer wants something... you give it to them."
She went on to explain that she had intended to buy a piece of furniture in our store. "I do not want to assemble it myself," she said firmly. She had talked to the furniture manager, who had kind of shrugged and said that maybe, if some of the guys had time (though at the moment we were speaking, the only floor workers left in the store was me and another girl, tasked with cleaning up the entire store, so I don't know if she just came in earlier in the day or if he meant that she should come back the next day...? She didn't specify), they could maybe put it together, but it wasn't likely and it wasn't policy.
She fixed her eyes on me. "What do you think?" she said. "Do you think that's good customer service?"
I hummed and hawed, of course, said I was really not in a position to comment and so on, as politely as possible. She rolled her eyes. "OK. Fine. Whatever. You know, that's the problem. No one has an opinion." She waved at me dismissively. "And you're young." Then she left. I didn't tell her I'm thirty. 

To the cashier, she launched a tirade about how she was raised in a high-moral family and been taught that the customer should get what he wants and if SHE ran a business, she would be putting together furniture all day long.

The piece of furniture in question was a $79 dresser that she apparently wanted just for her jeans.

In less irritating news, I found an online interactive documentary about Pine Point - a small Canadian mining town that was erased completely from the map after the mine closed. One of the ex-residents - a man who used to be extremely athletic, but now sits in a wheelchair because of MS - has built a memorial website about it, using only voice commands to his computer.
I was so taken by the idea of the place you grew up in just not being there anymore. The whole thing is just really engrossing and fascinating and well-done. Check it out!

Oh yeah, I also locked Busy in the closet today before I left for work. Thankfully, the hubby noticed his little scritchings and scratchings and saved him.

Started the day with an upset stomach and a computer virus. Have dealt with both. Dad called and woke me up too early because I had emailed him the previous night and asked him for the recipe for his falukorv-apple-curry casserole and he was, naturally, thrilled. The temperature over there was -27C last morning. While we talked, my little brother made popcorn in the background and I made a joke to Dad about him exploding the kitchen and that's when their fire alarm went off. (Apparently, though, nothing was actually on fire.)
He's turning 21 in two weeks, which is madness. When my hubby first met him, he was 11 and he and his friends were running around the house playing James Bond, chanting "I haf license to kill" over and over again. It CAN'T have been ten years ago.

When hubby came home last night, I treated him to waffles the Swedish way (Dad thinks it's both borderline offensive and hilarious that you just pop them ready-made in the toaster over here) - with whipped cream and jam.

I want to bake key lime/white chocolate cupcakes. I also want to make semlor. And smörgåstårta.

I also want to go watch more West Wing, which I am about to do now.

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( Feb. 16th, 2011 05:49 pm)
It wasn't until these pictures that I realized that Tom Hardy is almost a dead ringer for my dad. Except for the crooked teeth and hair color. And Louis looks almost like me at that age! I don't know how to feel about this.

roily_rogue: (Joe the Saint)
( Feb. 14th, 2011 03:20 pm)

Russian Bento - I lack words.

Nora the Piano Cat - she's so adorably enthusiastic!

I watched Iron Man with hubby the other day. The best parts were all the times he (hubby) got this big grin on his face, pumped his fist and went "awww YEAHH", his eyes shining like a twelve-year old's.<3

Some Iron Man spoilers )
I need to go to work.
Went to IKEA with The Hub yesterday. Please don't think that the meatballs w/ sauce they serve there is the be-all end-all of the Swedish meatball experience. When it comes to meatballs, "restaurant quality" is not a GOOD thing. Homemade is where it's at. Especially my dad's version. *swoons*. Lingonberry jam is a MUST, though. Oh, and the princess cake? Even dreamier than I had remembered. Princess caaake. I don't know why the link says that there's ice cream in it, though - it's whipped cream. And it's not fondant, but marzipan. In some princess cakes, there's also a layer of custard. I almost miss Sweden right now. Here's more info on princess cake.

We bought a $4 bedside lamp and stocked up on stuff in the food shop, where they DIDN'T GIVE OUT BAGS. The. What?? The lady was nice enough to give me a stocking piece of cardboard to carry the stuff in and we DID have a backpack, luckily, but geez.
But anyway, we got delicato balls, mazarins, chocolate, more chocolate, chocolate-coated wafers (kexchoklad!) and fläderdryck in tetrapaks.

We unfortunately could NOT get Kalles Kaviar, gooseberry jam, cloudberry jam, lingonberry jam
or frozen princess cakes. Next time.

The experience could have been bettered if we both hadn't felt under the weather. I don't know what's up with me - I've felt like I'm coming down with a cold repeatedly these past few weeks and it's always been false alarm. It was false alarm yesterday, too, but then my stomach grew roily on top of it and-  nevermind. Anyway, I'm better! For now.

Did I have anything important to say? No. No, I guess I didn't.

roily_rogue: (Joe the Saint)
( Feb. 8th, 2011 05:36 pm)
Well! The cold was false alarm, but I cuddled up in my shell anyway, because there's just not much going on at the moment. Oh, except that I was called to take a test re: that place I applied for a job at and if I didn't flunk too bad, they'll call me up for an interview. I don't know if I'd look forward to working there - the place seems kind of stiff - but it would be more money, and it's always all about money.

My hubby will look over my fic. This freaks me out a little, because while it's gen and I've tried not to make it very schmoopy, it's still...fangirl material and he's a guy with a guy-ish point of view and while he's promised not to snicker even on the inside, some reactions just can't be helped. But I've reached a point where I CAN'T proceed with the fic until I have someone else's input, so it must happen.

I would have thought that, at this age, I would have been more secure and confident in myself, steady as a rock and completely comfortable with who I am and what I do. But I almost feel more insecure now than I was as a teenager. It's baffling.
roily_rogue: (Joe the Saint)
( Feb. 5th, 2011 06:59 pm)
I'm coming down with a cold, so I'm just withdrawing into my shell for a little while to feel sorry for myself, play room escape games and eat gelato, brownies and asparagus.
roily_rogue: (Icon of Disapproval)
( Feb. 1st, 2011 12:55 am)
"Hon, this is not a BOOK you're writing. You are going overboard. It's just a fic. It will not nudge the universe in any direction. It is not going to be perfect and there is no need for all this micromanaging. Just get it DONE and post it and move on with your life."

And then I'm like "But. I mean. Syntax! Logic! Spelling! Characterization! *wrings hands* "

I'm going to need a beta sometime soon. Uhm. Any spontaneous volunteers?
roily_rogue: (Default)


( Jan. 30th, 2011 05:16 pm)
I don't have anything fun to say or add, so here is a pic spam of my cats instead, because I love them so very much:

Cats under cut! )

And now: work! Gah!

roily_rogue: (Default)
( Jan. 28th, 2011 09:16 pm)
...those moments when you realize that the thing you've been writing, plotting and fussing over for ages is actually complete and utter shit?
roily_rogue: (Icon of Disapproval)
( Jan. 24th, 2011 04:01 pm)
I must immediately cease looking through the blog of Color me Katie and her adorable cat and start editing!


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