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Hullo, new peeps! Glad to have you around and hope you enjoy the random!

Speaking of random, it's been about five minutes since school break for my kids and NOT HAVING TO WRESTLE SEVEN-YEAR-OLDS INTO APPROPRIATE CLASSROOM BEHAVIOR IS DOING A NUMBER ON ME. That's okay, though, I'll just rock myself out of despair and possibly hum myself to sleep.

Since we're stringing one paragraph into the next: Sleep. I had this dream last night, where Olivia and Astrid were raising their little adopted daughter in a farm house (tho there was no farming of any kind, shape or form going on) while still showing up at the office to team up with Walter, Broyles and Nina Sharp (who must always be referred to by her full name, unless you're Walter) to fight zombies. Shut up it made sense, even if Peter was nowhere to be found. Will be occupying my lonely boring empty free morning watching last night's Fringe, so I expect my concentration to be slightly sidetracked on account of how gorgeously cute and hot Mommy!Olivia and Mommy!Astrid looked together in my fantasy lands.

On the subject of fantasy lands (see what I did thar?) MERLIN'S FINALE IS IN TOMORROW. It's a matter of hours now. HOURS ::sits on hands::

Also, you know what I really, really want? A Lost Girl/Merlin fusion modern AU, Merlin's characters in LG's universe. Like, Merlin, Morgana and Morgause can be fae folk, Arthur can be the human son of a fae mother who is aware of this otherworld because Auntie Nimueh would not let Uther not tell Arthur and besides, they did get saddled up with Morgana and well. Gwen is the fully human sane person who wrangles this crazy bunch and does her part to keep the human population from finding out about the fae. Or or or, maybe Gwen and Merlin run a detective agency focused on fae crime and how it intersects with the human world... why can't I write my own stuff? I think I'd be happy if I could. Will try? In the meantime, Merlin, stop making eyes at every other possible thing I can cross you over with, would you?

I want cake now.

How much do I love that since it's sunday my neighbors have foregone all sense of propriety and have been blasting some admittedly high quality rock music since about 5.30 in the morning?

I've been up since four, so I'm cool with this, but imagine if I were sleeping peacefully and suddenly there's this guitar riff interrupting my bliss?. I would not be down with that, I presume.


zomg they're playing Incubus rightthissecond! I haven't listened to them gods in so long... maybe I'll send a fruit basket around at some point.

Oh, HAI ALLERGIES, did nor miss you one bit. But, there is one good thing about spring: RAIN. T-storm in progress right now with flashes of lightning and thunders and rain pitter-pattering on my window and the smell of rain is everywhere in my kitchen.

You can tell how happy I am by the lack of commas on that last sentence.

RAIN ::sits by window::

Um, been writing down a list of female characters who've rocked my world this year (can you tell how eager I am for this year to end?), so far I've gotten to the literary ones, next I'm sitting down with the ones on my screen.

OMG OMG OMG HAIL AND RAIN. Why do I love this kind of phenomena so much? And now it's raining harder and it's beautiful.

Happy birthday vinylroad  hope all is shiny and lovely and generally non-sucky or explosive (unless it's in a good way. of course). I'm here where I told you I'd be and I'm looking for something to honor your awesome, so worry not.

Corollary to that, I'm in love with this place, forgot my gloves this morning and I sort of can't feel my hands but that is irrelevant because I LOVE THIS PLACE. Pictures to come.

Anyway, all my bestest to Kat, and lots of love to the flist on this fine sunday.

::sends love to the universe at large::

Okay, so, it's like this, I have an awesome, completely adorable and unequivocally hot complexion that happens to be so (to me, anyway) solely on the merits of it being MY complexion.

So eff you world. My body issues are not triggered by your thinly-veiled racist remarks. You may leave my exalted presence now. TYVM.