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Sorry, quiva - didn't mean to skip out on you like that. AIM really doesn't seem to like me for some reason.

When I got back, it said you'd gone to sleep - I'll see you in the morning. (Icon is, of course, aimed at AIM - ha! - and not at quiva (though she did make it for me.)

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I want to write a grammarian's parody of "Jabberwocky". It will begin:

"Embrace the Paragraph, my son."

I have no idea what comes next, but that is the opening line. Presumably the rest, should I think of it, would be absolute genius, but since by tomorrow I'll in all likelihood have moved on to something else, alas, 'twill never be.

FIC: "Night at the Museum"

Title: Night at the Museum
Author: Framling
Fandom: DC Superheroes: The Flash
Summary: Some Flash fans spend a night at the Flash museum.
Rating: G
Warning - Contains spoilers like crazy for "The Flash: The Fastest Man Alive #13".

( My name is Bart Allen. I'm the fastest man alive. End of the day, you only need to know two things about me. I run fast, and I help people. )

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Dear auto insurance company;

Look, I'm trying to give you money here. I am. I need to take the bus down to where you are, which is going to take a while, and I'd really rather get there before you close.

You told me you needed a money order. I need to know how much for, exactly - I've left three messages.

Please to be getting back to me soon.

Em

Chalk one more thing up in the "Oh god I'm a grownup now" column!

I have car insurance. In my name. On a car I will own in just a couple of hours.

I SIGNED THINGS. (All of which I read, first, and asked for clarification on if I didn't get what I was signing. Because I may be young, but I'm not stupid.)

*shivers*