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I am oddly possessive of my pairings, and yet not. 'cause I'll read pretty much anything, really, and I think the specific-pairing-love is more an attempt to restrict my reading than anything else. But then again, once I read enough of it, it becomes canon in my head and other pairings just don't work for me, so I don't bother with them. or something.

And I'm having random poetry-ish ideas, which just aren't helpful in the slightest.

And parentals will be turning up sometime in the next eighteen hours. Joy.

Oh, why am I the way I am? the eternal whine of the teenage mind. and o, I am tired, and oh, I hurt, and oh hell I forgot to take my drugs. silly.