"She Thought Me Handsome, My Opera Dancer..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Received Florian's letter this morning. Zara is sitting in my head reeling off a string of obscenities, but actually I don't know what she's upset about (exactly, I mean).

Patrice, on the other hand, is ready to strangle himself. He knows exactly what he's upset about. Combeferre or Musichetta are necessary to prevent imminent death. >_> Why do my socken do such dreadful things? I would beg to know; but, hey, I'm the one who said I liked figment angst.

To work!

Also, guh, Kali. I need you. ;_; Come home.

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[julietveiled.livejournal.com]

Here, I'm here, here I am, though I will be intermittent for weeks. Weekends become joy in the life of an unschooler, ironically.

What do you need me for? You only want me for my puppets! *melo-sob!* I knew it all along!

(i feel giddily nervous and nervously giddy, so, um. ...apropos of nothing. HELLO.)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Ahhh, you're HERE. *clings like a clinging clingy thing that WILL NOT LET GO, HI*

*wibbles* But--but, darling-- *feeble protest*

(:D :D :D SUNSHINE.)