Thursday morning at Osama's homo-bortion-pot-'n'-commie-jizzporium.

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I got up this morning at half past eight when I didn't have to - apparently today is this week and not next week, who knew? - and am being productive and whatnot and attempting to write an essay on proprietary estoppel. This is going about as well as you might expect. Also, it's Thursday, and I never did get the hang of those.

So. Anyone want a drabble, or to play drabble tag? Or want to post lolcats, or the songs they're into, or fic recs, or ask for fic recs, or tell the world their passing thoughts without the superfluous intermediary of Twitter, or in honour of iamsab's hard candy mixer social, introduce their friends to their other friends? (Or themselves, I'm not fussy.) As your gracious host, I can provide short fics if asked nicely, and recs if asked nicer. The mimosas are on the sideboard, the coffee's in the kitchen. Come in and play, do.

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Soooooo awesoooooome!