"There was a Time You Lived Your Life..."

Okay, I've got a happy for the next two days. I just met a girl off fanfiction.net. She made a good impression by not using chatspeak. Then I discovered she wants to be British. She's a Jamie Bamber fan and a member of the HH fandom and slashes AK/HH. She slashes E!/R. *flails* Bwahahaha. *squees helplessly* It's just that one doesn't usually find someone like that on fanfiction.net. Gracious.

Perhaps I shall give her a livejournal. I do that to innocent, unsuspecting persons a lot.

Oh, and we had Chinese food for dinner.

*goes off to write this girl the E!/R she asked for and chortles happily*

"I Make Lists In My Sleep, Baby!"

Gacked from mhari

men were sitting on Combeferre's shoulders, pushed him flat into the puddle to keep it upright. Then he reached Mark's house, he pounded helplessly on the ceiling that they covered it perfectly, like a cat or a tiger. "I think," he said, bewildered. The butterfly that fell into his hands The sky was soft and cool And rushed over his head. It made him lightheaded. Suddenly he looked up. "Combeferre, I have money, and you haven't. Therefore, I will add now that this is the devil still lives on." "Can't you guess? Ha!" Courfeyrac leaned towards Samuel, in a new

Oh, dear God. *expires* The first bit? So. Wrong.

open. He always sat on the ceiling. This resulted in his office. I really do need a Latin Geek icon. >_> The foot. The foot is likely broken, or, be I lucky, only sprained. I was getting lost in the chair opposite from him. The man laughed, shortly. "You've begun this game, so you're white? Well, that's a saintly colour, isn't it? When I was always told so." "Perhaps," Feuilly said cautiously. "And devils, interestingly--this is an interesting thought. Can the devil be defeated by love, do you do it, but it disappeared directly into the bargain. What Musical Adaptation

"He always sat on the ceiling. This resulted in his office." I love that. O_o

Ahhck. From this here.