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Ooo! I want, I want, I want! And also, damn it. The plot bunny in charge of the new story I'm still planning out just got a really, really baaaaaad idea from that link.

Stupid plot bunnies. There's got to be an easier way to keep the little bastards in line. Like with a plot lion, or a plot R. Lee Ermey.

Uh, you know what? A sadistic drill instructor in charge of *my* plotting? Yeah, maybe not the best idea on the planet. I can just see it now. Terrified little rabbits trying desperately to dismantle a timeline in less than sixty seconds while a crazed Marine screams in their ears ...

*user rouses from her temporary weirdness and subtlely pushes her Pepsi away*

Why I watched Jake tonight instead of Spike on Angel.

( And no, that's not me going to a dirty place. )

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Oh, God. I just signed up for NaNoWriMo.

Well, I always complained about "Glutton of Punishment" being my middle name. Now at least I can live up to and be proud of it.

Aunt Glutton for Punishment will be so pleased!

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Dear Renee Zellweger,

You have to gain weight to play Bridget Jones. Fine. I get that. But the weight that you have to reach to play her? That's my weight.

If the media wants to make a big deal about how you have to get "fat" to play Bridget, the media's obviously too stupid to realize that the "fat" you should still be able to fit into a pair of size 6 jeans from Old Navy. Which means that the "regular" you can probably fit into the size 1 jeans, which can only be worn by microphone stands and Olive Oyl.

Just remember, regular Renee gets engaged to Jim Carrey. Eats-a-sandwich Renee makes out with Colin Firth and Hugh Grant.

Three things I've said out loud lately taken entirely out of context.

"Damn you, nail polish! Damn you and your black heart!"

"Why are my underpants laughing at me?"

"The stapler is like the Easter Bunny. If you go looking for it, you'll never find it, but if you go to sleep and wake up the next morning, you'll discover it's left you candy and presents before gleefully bouncing away. *pause* Wait, that's not right ..."

Okay, night-night to me. Time to dream of nerds with top sekrit government clearance. Wheeeee!