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This is just a post to say two things. One, there may well be a post later. After things like food, and hot sex, and all the other things that I can happily expect to have rendered unto me on the forty-fifth day of the year. Not that it's the only one, but it's a fun excuse to buy and do stuff.
So, I'm going to feel loved. But! You still have thirteen hours to validate me electronically. And so, dear flist, it's time to turn this tinytiny cluster of hearts:
Get your own valentinr
into some kind of vast multinational heart consortium. And if you have your own heart consortia, then post in the comments here. Hearts for all! Whee! Let there be more hearts than an Aztec religious festival!
*is, apparently, shameless*
In non-heart consortium news, some kid on the way in this morning was spraying Lynx about like it was going out of style. I'm sure my sense of smell will eventually recover from that particular olfactory chainsaw, but until then the whole world smells like insecure 16-year-old boy. Rar.
And now, need coffee. *zombie!shambles toward coffee shoppe*
So, I'm going to feel loved. But! You still have thirteen hours to validate me electronically. And so, dear flist, it's time to turn this tinytiny cluster of hearts:
Get your own valentinr
into some kind of vast multinational heart consortium. And if you have your own heart consortia, then post in the comments here. Hearts for all! Whee! Let there be more hearts than an Aztec religious festival!
*is, apparently, shameless*
In non-heart consortium news, some kid on the way in this morning was spraying Lynx about like it was going out of style. I'm sure my sense of smell will eventually recover from that particular olfactory chainsaw, but until then the whole world smells like insecure 16-year-old boy. Rar.
And now, need coffee. *zombie!shambles toward coffee shoppe*
