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[rebness]

There are daffodil leaves or whatever you call them poking through the soil in the garden. Last night, there was plenty of shrieking as a wasp tried out some neat kamikaze bombs on us in the kitchen. I was just preparing some fajita wraps for my lunch tomorrow when I realised I'd have to thwap the mozzie circling my delicious, vein-filled arms.

Two things:

1. Where's my bleedin' snow? >:|

2. WTF, EARTH, WTF?

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[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

Mr Snow told me he hates you. Mr Mozzie, meanwhile, whispered that he luuurves you.

[rebness.livejournal.com]

Yes. He loves my scrumptious Celtic blood. >:|

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