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First off: everyone likes yummy, easy-to-make food, yes? Excellent. Because wliberation has set up a food blog specifically for your cooking needs. Relatively easy food on a relatively tight budget. On top of that, wliberation is also somewhat spectacular with those quick-fix ingredients that students so often need. Don't have an ingredient? She can normally find you something else that fits. So, check out the new comm:

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UGH. So, snowpenguin545 have been talking about femslash - as we so often do - and I just remembered this SVU fic I read years a go (literally; it was just after I'd started my LJ) which was Alex/Abbie Carmichael, Alex/Olivia, and Abbie possibly gives Alex a wooden box of some sort. Does anyone recognise this ridiculous description? Can people who are in the know please ask around?

Anyway, this led to another decision: I need to write Abbie Carmichael fic.

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Eventually, I too shall have Yuletide recs to post. Yayarms.

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I HAVE WIRE IN THE BLOOD TO PIMP. To everyone who said I'd love this: YOU WERE RIGHT. Crime! Drama! Slightly odd psychologist! Mostly down-to-earth police detective! HERMIONE NORRIS who laughs and then, totally deadpan, says things like, "That's not funny." !!!

Also, also, also: zomg, Murphy's Law. OH MY GOD. (I haven't seen this in forever. I missed the last two series, aie.) SO. EXCITED. Guys, there may even be picspam. Restrain yourself, folks.

In other news, I thought this year's Doctor Who Christmas Special was a bit shit. That said, I'm excited about the new series (DONNA!) and I will be rewatching The Runaway Bride shortly. "POCKETS!"

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Apparently, at 4pm, there will be season 1 Numb3rs on my telly. I think that I will haul myself downstairs to watch. It's late S1 - the episode with the missing tankers of nuclear waste? Je suis sort of excited. If I remember to go down. Which I totally might not.

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Hahaha, related to Murphy's Law - I went to bed at around 3am, and woke up around 8am when the postman rang the bell. This is not a push-button bell, you actually have to ring the fucker. And no-one answered, and I was half-asleep so I didn't really register... until he forced something through the postbox. M's thought-process? *Clang*— post. Bell.... SHIT PACKAGE. So I throw myself out of bed, run downstairs, unlock the door, run out in the cold (in my jammies!) and there is no postman. Fuck, fuck, fuck. So I rush to the front door, and I find the package there! He left it there instead of making me haul ass to the post office! Fabulous!

Brought package into the house; promptly went back to bed. \o/