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theatrical_muse has a MacGyver. *dies laughing*

In other news, I got a ticket last night for parking in the street. Grr. Then my mother decided to wake me up at 8 to inform me of this. She's lucky I didn't throw anything at her (a la Bad Santa...heh).

And now the cleaning lady has invaded my house. Sorry, but I don't think I'm going to drive to the library in a car that has no heat just so she can clean my room. Nyah.

Oh. And yesterday? Definitely had a dream involving Felton, a courtroom, and Mr. Potato Head. Sadly, I don't recall any of the details.

Day 5 (*facepalm*): Joy

I think I'll be writing all these ficlets today, so...well, I'm not complaining. Just sorry if it annoys anyone/everyone. And they'll probably be out of order, too.

Seabiscuit, Tom. If you know anything about horses you might not want to read it because I know absolutely nothing, except for that line about fetlocks in Miller's Crossing.

Fun trivia: I was originally going to write Hannibal Lecter for this. I am teh twisted.

( That was the way of the world, so he just shrugged and did what he could. )

Day Six: Secrets

Homicide, sort of Frankentim. This is all (all 126 words) beechball's fault.

( One time, Bayliss went to see a shrink. )

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"I don't know why, but I always wanted to see Alaska, y'know?"

I have a dangerous obsession with Felton. How this happened, I don't know.

Aww, Zack's baseball glove. <3 Felton.

Speaking of which...I need icons, baby.