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Casanova wants YOU! (However, David Tennant is MINE.)
I need someone to come and take away my copy of Thud! so that Vimes stops staring at me accusingly and I have no reason to avoid my schoolwork.
(I am only kidding. Anyone trying to remove Thud! will find themselves nursing a black eye. It's a heavy hardcover book and I am a Woman On The Edge. Details to follow.)
Speaking of icons, Josie? I thought you might like this.
Fahye: *walking into campus* Ow, my toe. I must have a blister. Shame on you, pair of Colorado sandals #7719*
Toe: *is a little pink with a break in the skin*
Fahye: *sighs, grins and bears it, heads off to library to finish research paper*
~ about ten minutes later ~
Toe: *starts kicking up a mofo of a throbbing itchy fuss*
Fahye: Oh, what? *looks down*
Toe: *IS SWOLLEN AND BRIGHT PINK AND SEEPING A SUSPICIOUS FLUID*
Fahye: AIIIEEEEEEEE SPIDER BITE.
Paper: Leave me. Your toe needs medical attention.
Fahye: But I have to give a seminar presentation on you! On Thursday!
Paper: It might have been a dangerous spider. Your foot could rot and fall off. You could DIE.
Toe: *throbs ominously*
Fahye: Point.
~ a little after that ~
Fahye: Now, I'll just slip my sandals back on...
Toe: OH NO YOU DON'T, BIZATCH!
Fahye: OWFUCK. Okay. I'll just hobble...across Union Court...barefoot...
Skies: *rain*
Fahye: Fuck you too, world. *hobbles forthwith*
~ in the uni pharmacy ~
Fahye: *limps tragically around store procuring bite ointment, bandaids, tissues* This will be all. I just need to clean and dress my foot. If I die, please scatter my ashes in a small grove near -
Pharmacist: Um, would you like a chair?
Fahye: Nonsense, good woman! I shall suffer in silence! Yesplease.
Chair: *is brought*
Fahye: *gets her first aid on*
~ in the refectory ~
Paper: So...about this seminar presentation?
Fahye: Sorry, no computers nearby *virtuously works on biology logbook instead* *with coffee and iPod*
Toe: *reclines on nearby seat, already hurting less*
Paper: You're fucked.
Fahye: SHUT UP I JUST TOTALLY HAD A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE.
* NB - I do not actually own this many pairs of Colorado sandals, nor do I even own enough to make that kind of ridiculous hyperbole justifiable. I own two pairs. I am, however, including all those pairs of Colorado sandals that I want to buy so badly I have contemplated the sale of my own kidney on a few occasions when walking past the shop. These exist in potentia, as it were, and if they were any more tangible I'd have to have a whole extra room to store them in. Possibly a small warehouse. Like the Pork Futures Warehouse!
Don't argue with me. Colorado sandals are serious business.
I need someone to come and take away my copy of Thud! so that Vimes stops staring at me accusingly and I have no reason to avoid my schoolwork.
(I am only kidding. Anyone trying to remove Thud! will find themselves nursing a black eye. It's a heavy hardcover book and I am a Woman On The Edge. Details to follow.)
Speaking of icons, Josie? I thought you might like this.
Fahye: *walking into campus* Ow, my toe. I must have a blister. Shame on you, pair of Colorado sandals #7719*
Toe: *is a little pink with a break in the skin*
Fahye: *sighs, grins and bears it, heads off to library to finish research paper*
~ about ten minutes later ~
Toe: *starts kicking up a mofo of a throbbing itchy fuss*
Fahye: Oh, what? *looks down*
Toe: *IS SWOLLEN AND BRIGHT PINK AND SEEPING A SUSPICIOUS FLUID*
Fahye: AIIIEEEEEEEE SPIDER BITE.
Paper: Leave me. Your toe needs medical attention.
Fahye: But I have to give a seminar presentation on you! On Thursday!
Paper: It might have been a dangerous spider. Your foot could rot and fall off. You could DIE.
Toe: *throbs ominously*
Fahye: Point.
~ a little after that ~
Fahye: Now, I'll just slip my sandals back on...
Toe: OH NO YOU DON'T, BIZATCH!
Fahye: OWFUCK. Okay. I'll just hobble...across Union Court...barefoot...
Skies: *rain*
Fahye: Fuck you too, world. *hobbles forthwith*
~ in the uni pharmacy ~
Fahye: *limps tragically around store procuring bite ointment, bandaids, tissues* This will be all. I just need to clean and dress my foot. If I die, please scatter my ashes in a small grove near -
Pharmacist: Um, would you like a chair?
Fahye: Nonsense, good woman! I shall suffer in silence! Yesplease.
Chair: *is brought*
Fahye: *gets her first aid on*
~ in the refectory ~
Paper: So...about this seminar presentation?
Fahye: Sorry, no computers nearby *virtuously works on biology logbook instead* *with coffee and iPod*
Toe: *reclines on nearby seat, already hurting less*
Paper: You're fucked.
Fahye: SHUT UP I JUST TOTALLY HAD A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE.
* NB - I do not actually own this many pairs of Colorado sandals, nor do I even own enough to make that kind of ridiculous hyperbole justifiable. I own two pairs. I am, however, including all those pairs of Colorado sandals that I want to buy so badly I have contemplated the sale of my own kidney on a few occasions when walking past the shop. These exist in potentia, as it were, and if they were any more tangible I'd have to have a whole extra room to store them in. Possibly a small warehouse. Like the Pork Futures Warehouse!
Don't argue with me. Colorado sandals are serious business.
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YOU LOVE BIG BROTHER
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SLEEP IS DOUBLEPLUSGOOD.