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Meet my cousin Owen. He was born just yesterday, so he's very tiny and very cute and very nekkid.

( Look! Baby! )

I haven't even posted anything of content today.

As such, I present to you a typical trollprincess post.

Smirnoff!
Mmm ... Johnny Depp nekkid. Movies, work sucks, morons blow ...
Smirnoff!
Bush can bite me.
Smirnoff, Smirnoff!
Random snarky remark with a 65% percent chance of making metaquotes
Yaaaaaay ... Smirnoff!

Okay, I'm done.

Jacked from trishalynn

So, say you were meeting a new person - blind date, new friend, who knows. And you wanted them to have some idea of what kind of person you are, and who you are. But you can't actually tell them in so many words. Instead, you have to give them a box, with a dozen things in it for them to ponder over.

What would you put in the box?

( What's in the box for me? )

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In other news, Hottie Supervisor? Is still adorable. He looks a bit young -- he's got a vaguely Richie Ryan thing going on -- but when he smiles ... gaaaaaaah. If you'll look closely, you'll see that my knees have, in fact, turned into lobster bisque.

Also, after I got into the car with Sylvia for a ride down to the Metro after work, there was this little exchange:

Sylvia: (puts key in ignition) "Do you smell gas?" (Starts car)
Me: "... she says, as she turns on the ignition and blows the both of us into smoky, charred bits."

EDIT: And The Johnstown Flood by David McCollough would make a kickass disaster movie. Please stop me before I'm tempted to dig up my Movie Magic Screenwriter and write the damn thing. *whimpers*

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Yay for solving my problems with alcohol!

Oh, wait, that's a bad thing. Err, forget I said anything.