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I'd say something witty, but wit sounds like twit, so I ultimately would be sounding really quite 'twitty'.
I like kitties.
Still prancing about with health-issues and simultaneously starting university, so unfortuantely, there is a lot more of the 'watch this space game'. I can't be contacted by e-mail (the tragedy of 16.8kbps dial-up), so if you need to get in contact with my inane person, just plop a comment in the old LJ, where I appear more often than not. At some point. With cheese.
There is some very old (2002/2003), very horrendous written fan-fiction on this account with some terrifyingly out-of-character (coincidentally) characterization, but nostalgia is a funny little biach. So, yeah. Oh, look, Toto! I don't think we're in Kansas anymore!
...can I have a map?
- "Garden of Eden" on hiatus, plot being reworked. Onwards and upwards to exciting conspiracy theories!
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