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*is ded*
Urgh. I'm pretty sure my internal organs want to kill me. Also, I keep hitting Ctrl instead of shift and it is making typing very annoying.
URRRGH. I actually wanted to write about far more interesting things, like being back in Oxford and seeing Brokeback Mountain and hanging out with all the cool people once more, or even the French Fourth Republic (as I now know what it is), but sadly my mind is too fixated on the fact my body wants it to die. I love India as a country, I really do, but all native bacteria should be lined up and terminated with extreme prejudice.
So, um, meme. From![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chicklet73: The problem with LJ: We all think we are so close, but really we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.
Go on, it'll be fun. Also, I wanted to do the "10 things I assume you know about me" meme from a while back, but I think India intervened.
Now please excuse me while I drown in paracetamol and other assorted over-the-counter analgaesia. (God bless India, where there is no such thing as a counter.)
URRRGH. I actually wanted to write about far more interesting things, like being back in Oxford and seeing Brokeback Mountain and hanging out with all the cool people once more, or even the French Fourth Republic (as I now know what it is), but sadly my mind is too fixated on the fact my body wants it to die. I love India as a country, I really do, but all native bacteria should be lined up and terminated with extreme prejudice.
So, um, meme. From
chicklet73: The problem with LJ: We all think we are so close, but really we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away. Go on, it'll be fun. Also, I wanted to do the "10 things I assume you know about me" meme from a while back, but I think India intervened.
Now please excuse me while I drown in paracetamol and other assorted over-the-counter analgaesia. (God bless India, where there is no such thing as a counter.)
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Also, hee. I probably sent it a bit late to actually catch you still at uni. There again I was house-confined at the time...
I should write you a proper letter. I have paper with Fishies on it. But I have to write back to my lil net sis who I hadn't spoken to for four years before she replied to my christmas card first... Blimey, ever tried to cover 4 years in 2 pages? O_o;;
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