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Managed to actually write quite a lot tonight.

It's a very good thing. Lately, I've been hovering between 'damn, this will be the best thing I've ever written' and 'gods, this fic is utter crap and will delete it immediately'. No matter what I think, I haven't been able to actually write anything.

Maybe the inspiration is coming back finally. Or maybe tonight was just a fluke. Doesn't matter. I'm actually very happy with the damn thing now.

Off to bed.

When Viccy met Tony Halme

Well, I didn't actually meet him. I just saw him. He was pimping his charming self for the European parliament in Itäkeskus earlier today, and I happened to walk by.

It was weird. I wanted to go and spit on his face. But that would have been rude. I also wanted to go and ask if he felt at all ashamed to meet our president after calling her a lesbian. But I was sure he didn't.

Gods, don't let the idiots elect him into the EU parliament! I really don't want him spreading his militant right wing crap there.

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I'm getting pretty tired of reading people go all yay about the damn Potter movie.

:( I want to see it too! Am kinda desperate enough to wonder if I should go to Sweden just to see it too. Plus I could buy another boob! And boobs for all my friends! And more knives!

And why oh why can't anyone tell me just why does Malfoy make those damn origami cranes? To show off his pouty lips? Or is there a deeper meaning? Does there have to be a deeper meaning that a teenage boy's pouty lips?

I really, really need some medication...