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Am busy being two fictional characters, one of whom is pretending to look like David Boreanaz while hitting on the other one (and any girl in sight).

Am worried about sanity.

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My father has hired a painter to come and do a couple of rooms in the house in preparation for selling.

My step-family is Catholic.

My father joked that they would have to hide the "wall decorations" - Holy Water, crucifixes, religious prints - because the painter is staunchly Proddy and a Lodge member. But he's a nice wee man.


I just get really, really bugged by people making jokes out of prejudice. It's one of those things that annoys me intensely. I don't...

maybe I'm just edgy right now.