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Tuesday, June 1st, 2004
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9:57a - Pleasantly Fuzzy
I think I'm getting a job. Ironically, I've only been looking for a week, and the reason I'm getting one so fast is because my brother, who took no less than two months to find employment, asked if they were interested in me as well at the place where he only recently got hired. Soooo, it's almost like you could even it out and say both of us were looking for about a month. But that's not true, so I'll just be utterly pleased with myself and let it go at that.
Third Harry Potter movie opens in three days! I'm the only person in this house that is excited for that, but my best friend wants to go as well, so I don't need innerhouse validation of my dorky obsessions. Also, if they only knew of the greatness that was Remus and Sirius, they would surely want to go as well. Especially if any of them had a thing for gay boys. Since this house is mostly straight males, one bi girl, me, and then my questionable older brother, I don't think they'd be all that excited by the idea of slashy boy on boy interaction, but oh well. More the fool Tom, for agreeing to go with me most enthusiastically. He will have to bring earplugs to block out the squealing. The third book is my favorite, and so...and so.
L is extremely satisfied by the high level sexual drive I am providing him with the benefits of, and apparently no one in the house can hear us, which comes as something of a shock, since his bed is probably the noisiest piece of furniture ever constructed. Perhaps they CAN all hear us, but they're all involved in a mass conspiracy to pretend otherwise.
Okay, Greg needs the computer, so I will call this the end.
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