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I got the following three mobile-to-email messages in my inbox this morning:

Dear teep (god that name sux) u are a stupid idiotic cheeky loser.girls write
slash because they wish that their fav chara could be together!

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My name is ed and yes i am a girl. I think gay and bi men are extremely sexy!
And also androdgenos men too! So slash is good and yummy!ed

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I want harry and draco to have hot sex u got a problem with that? Even my 8
year old sister reads fluffy slash! You know fluff as in sweet.-Ed

*sigh* It's another one of these, I'm afraid. Our schools (possibly brit schools -- "cheeky" isn't particularly part of the Merkin lexicon these days, especially for what I am allowed to call young people) are failing us if these children cannot read the fucking Noxon fisk I wrote and determine where I stand on matters slashtastic and yaoirific.

Of course I wrote back. That's the sort of thing I do. We shall see what comes of it... and one of these days I will learn to copy what I write into the webmail interface before I press SEND so that I have a copy of my sterling prose for posterity. Today was not that day, though, which goes to show that I am a stupid idiotic cheeky loser. :)

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What did I do today? Ran a chipper/shredder in ninety degree heat. It was a three-liter day and I still got one of the not-drinking-enough headaches. Buggerit.

Had lunch at BK which was okay because I figure I burned it off. Interestingly, TJ (the one that I think grew up so utterly fucking pretty) was at the BK with his... girlfriend or whatever. They sat about three tables away. I'd glance over at him and there he'd be, looking at me. I don't know what the hell that was about -- I'm old enough to be his fucking mother. Anyway, he's got bright blue eyes, not like I could miss 'em looking at me. Maybe he was wondering who the old guy I was with was. (My dad.) Damn, he's a pretty thing. He'll be at Fair this week. I should make an effort to get up there and see what I can get on camera since he has given up on the beard project and is, therefore, back to his usual lovely self. I'll see what I can do. Check back for updates on this front.

Took a shower and a nap after work. Fixed collards for supper, made popcorn, settled down to watch Velvet Goldmine again. It's eye candy. I like boys in makeup. I like. And, y'know, they're such fucking eye candy. Pretty things, indeed. I was going to read smut but that takes more effort because I have to set up the rendering engine in my brain. Watching pretty boys in a movie is a lot easier and I like both of the leads in this one. New, this time through: I finally noticed that Eddie Izzard is the fucking manager. I wonder how I missed that the first twenty times through? Chalk it up to complete oblivion.