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oneirophreniaKristi was just horribly frightened by a rug that has lain in the same spot for the last seven months. She spent the last five minutes staring at it as though it magically turned into a quicksand pit.
On a related note:
Man, I hated this book--which, of course, didn't stop me from reading the whole 1,500,000 of it just to prove to myself that I could do it. But, yeah, I guess that describes me pretty damn well. Except I don't think anyone has ever danced in my honor. If they have, I hope it was the Humpty Hump or the Frug.
On a related note:
You're Les Miserables!
by Victor Hugo
One of the best known people in your community, you have become
something of a phenomenon. People have sung about you, danced in your honor, created all
manner of art in your name. And yet your story is one of failure and despair, with a few
brief exceptions. A hopeless romantic, you'll never stop hoping that more good will come
from your failings than is ever possible. Beware detectives and prison guards bearing
vendettas.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Man, I hated this book--which, of course, didn't stop me from reading the whole 1,500,000 of it just to prove to myself that I could do it. But, yeah, I guess that describes me pretty damn well. Except I don't think anyone has ever danced in my honor. If they have, I hope it was the Humpty Hump or the Frug.
