OH MY FUCKING GOD.

[x-pyromaniac.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that would be the sound of me having just finished Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. (It's kinda tricky reading a book that my housemates aren't supposed to know I actually have. I'd read it at night, like, when they're asleep with the door closed and shit, but Magneto seems to be able to tell when I've got the light on after my curfew. I mean, he never says anything, just like, smiles in this mind fuck of a way. Probably the electromagnetic whatzit radiating from the light bulb or something. I dunno. Physics was never my strong point.)

Thanks, Miss B. For the book. (and the illustration: I deleted the cache and everything in the temp folder and I'm still alive and so are you, so I don't think they found it.)

...I'm still reeling from the book. If that's what war's really like, if there isn't any purpose or meaning or right and wrong; if it's just what we do that defines us and makes sense of our motives...I dunno if I wanna go to war.

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[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

My hairdresser.

*grins evilly*

*makes throat cutting gesture*

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[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

He wouldn't. Not even for you! No one but my mother would inflict Autumn Fawn on someone.

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[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

*grin*

You may have a point there.

*crosses over to your room for a minute*

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[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

*rolls eyes* Figures.

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[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Shush you.

*grins*

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[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

*zips lips*