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[darkluna]

I was half-thinking of going to my college reunion half-because I bet I could get laid there and GOD knows it ain't happening in TN, but it's a bit late for planning the trip now.

I realized that the only verse of the alma mater I know anymore is the gag one, which goes thusly:

And when we are dead and are slowly decaying
And brows once so furrowed are rotting away
When worms in our bodily innards are playing
We won't care 'cause we'll be deceased anyway
We can't think of Brown when we're feed for the fodder
They can't ask for money when we're six feet down
We'll get our last vengeance on our alma mater
By changing our wills just to screw dear old Brown

:D

My main WIP needs plotting liek woah, but my feeble brain isn't up to it lately. (Two books shipping this week at work, and still sleep-deprived.) But I looked at a shorter, naughtier WIP that wasn't working and switched the POV, and it suddenly started working. Yays.

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[darkluna.livejournal.com]

Well, that's only barely in Tennessee, dude.

[nder.livejournal.com]

I can't help where the properties were bought, I wasn't consulted! :P