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I feel fucking fantastic today.

I've noticed you never hear anybody say that anymore, normally it's all doom and gloom, like my man ran off with my favourite dress, or the tube was stuck in the tunnel for a zillion years and the bloke next to me needed deoderant badly, or I ran over some nun because I was late to work, but really, I'm feeling damn fine today.

I think it's called acceptance, like,

ethrosdemon and I have finally given up the ghost and admitted that yeah, we've got some serious Star Wars RPS jones happening. You have to understand it's been ages since we've been in the same fandom at the same time, so we're currently tigging a Jude/Ewan piece with entirely too many inside jokes, which will never see the light of day. Plus, some fabulous crack-dealer-type person typed up Hayden's interview in Rolling Stone and sent it to

ethrosdemon, so now we have a pact to write fic involving Underroos (her) and lightsabers (me). Seriously. See the GIP that

oxoniensis made for me, err, us! I'm bringing everybody with me on this one, kids. No one shall be safe! So either strap in or step to the side.

Also, today is

kattiya's birthday. Of course she's off jet-setting and shit right now, but I have to wish a happy birthday to my favourite hollow-legged, gay-porn pimping, Boyd-loving partner in French food and glam parties. Here's to you, sweetie.

For you guys: Mystery music day. Five songs. Download if you dare.

#1 -- Suspicious minds are talking. That's right, they'll tear us apart.
#2 -- I don't even care if he roll up, with something to say. You better tell him he don't want it with me
#3 -- Say the first thing that comes into your head when you see me...
#4 -- Being good isn't always easy, No matter how hard I'd try
#5 -- I saw you come out of a scene, Maybe in some kind of dream

Bonus #6, courtesy of

makesmewannadie -- Sunday's to relax, some Sunday morning drama, is calling up my mama

rock wit it.

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