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help_haiti. $2 can buy you a fic of your very own, at least 3,000 words, just in time for Valentine's Day! (Hint: feel free to ask for kinky porn. I want the winning bidder to get their money's worth!)ETA: Here is my bidding thread, so it doesn't get lost in the shuffle.
http://community.livejournal.com/
Or, flist, think about signing up! It's a good way to help for those of us who can't afford to send money.
I have also offered jewelry HERE:
http://community.livejournal.com/
and I will post photos tomorrow.
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...yeah, ahahaha, no.
So I spent the hols with my parents ('time with my parents' is a disproportionately large percentage of my social life, actually, especially since I'm twenty-five, but I ♥ them so whatever), including NYE. We got drunk, ate tacos and watched CNN. Which I know sounds lame, but watching Kathy Griffin try to make Anderson Cooper's head explode is actually really entertaining, and after that we listened to music and babysat my Dad, who is FIFTY YEARS OLD and apparently still can't hold his wine, or at least learn when to say when. We call him the Problem Child.
You probably think I'm kidding, but I'm really, really not. I hold my liquor better than he does. But he is a cute drunk, we usually just listen to music (with me and my laptop as the DJ). I actually got them to listen to ADAM LAMBERT and LIKE IT. Which, since they don't usually like anything recorded after I was born and especially disdain American Idol, is quite the accomplishment.
I love my parents. A lot. And you guys (girls) too.
So I spent the hols with my parents ('time with my parents' is a disproportionately large percentage of my social life, actually, especially since I'm twenty-five, but I ♥ them so whatever), including NYE. We got drunk, ate tacos and watched CNN. Which I know sounds lame, but watching Kathy Griffin try to make Anderson Cooper's head explode is actually really entertaining, and after that we listened to music and babysat my Dad, who is FIFTY YEARS OLD and apparently still can't hold his wine, or at least learn when to say when. We call him the Problem Child.
You probably think I'm kidding, but I'm really, really not. I hold my liquor better than he does. But he is a cute drunk, we usually just listen to music (with me and my laptop as the DJ). I actually got them to listen to ADAM LAMBERT and LIKE IT. Which, since they don't usually like anything recorded after I was born and especially disdain American Idol, is quite the accomplishment.
I love my parents. A lot. And you guys (girls) too.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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