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[chess]

I am not pretty today. (Some days I look at myself in the mirror and think that I look very pretty indeed. I don't today. There's no particular reason that I can determine as to whether I look pretty or not, so I might keep some kind of record of it.)

Oh, and I just remembered that I actually bought a present for Naath this Christmas, too, although ISTR she got it rather late, or something. It wasn't particularly unusual, though.

Also, I appear to be advising foreverdirt on how to tie somebody to a lamp-post with underwear. This is after a conversation on my friendschan about hatter's nude soldering exploits. How am I meant to convince people I'm sweet and innocent with this kind of thing going on? Bah.

Well, as I have less than an hour left until I have to go eye-appt-wards, I think I've conclusively failed to do any homework today. Oh well, at least I have the uni-interview writeups for school to wave at my mother and claim I did something useful, even though I'd already got them all ready and just had to print them off.

And now, *now* we're debating the phallic symbolism of the common banana versus the radioactive banana. And the definition of 'throbbing'. I claim it's all her fault.

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[passage.livejournal.com]

Oooh, good point.

(chess: Chocolate works for me too.)