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For record, bardic is a lovely adjective. Even if I think it's ridiculous to use at the end of an essay.

Two hours til midnight and Kevin sends me an email, looking for emergency editing services. Nothing could make me happier, really. It was a great joy, and once he emailed me the file, I managed to talk my entire cell phone battery down. We discussed his application to a fantastic grad program at Stanford in educational psych, and school, and work, and learning, and politics, and birds, and everything... gods I miss Kevin. He's one of my most favorite people in the world. I wish I was there, or he was here, because I'd like to go out and just be around him. Play some scrabble. Go swimming.

ramble

I'm Bono/Edge!
Conventionally unconventional, you're without a doubt the U2 slash pairing.
In fact, we can't remember a time when people weren't writing about you!
And somehow, you still manage to be creative even after so many fics.

What U2 pairing are you? Click here to find out!

Because yeah, it's was afternoon before I got up today.

I miss Kevin, very much so today. Of all the people I know, he's the one who has done the best. When I was fifteen, he was one of my idols, one of those boys I wanted to be. Cause he had a wit, and kindness and a flair for the projects we took on. I don't think I will ever forget creating his epic "Little Billy" at the last minute, or any of the other insane things we created in our independent study english class. He's the only person I will allow to tell me to quit smoking, really.

Soup for lunch, because it is winter. Texas winter, but still winter.

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Which Ringwraith are You?
By Lisa

Toast the good Mr. Tolkien tonight at 9pm, in honor of his 111th birthday.

yes it is an irrational fear

Hell and damnation.

I've cracked a tooth, somehow. It must have had a cavity lurking under the surface to be so fragile. It's freaking me out, and not just because I have no dental insurance and no money. This makes me feel somehow unclean, awful, and I'm developing morbid fantasies of infection and pain. It does not hurt much, except when I push on it. Which I probably shouldn't be doing. Even though I'm sure it would be excessive, a nightmare, I want to rip it out.

I want to scream.