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From now on, whenever I need a name for a character, I'm going straight to my spam filter folder on Gmail.

No, seriously. Can you honestly say that if you picked up a book and discovered the hero's name was Nippiest V. Leggier, you would be able to walk away without buying it?

(Trepidation V. Prophecy is clearly his estranged half-brother, by the way).

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I feel much better after watching some Sherlock Holmes and having some Chinese food. And so I share with you the grook I made up walking to the Chinese place:

Imperials cook using tablespoons
which never quite make it to table
And cups that are smaller than any cups used
And degrees that are farenheitable.

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I sat down this morning thinking I would be Good and send out tons of job applications today (I took last week off) and opened my family-and-jobs gmail box to prepare to start work and I had three job rejections. I rarely get two a week, because most places don't think I'm worth the thirty seconds it takes to send an email.

Three.

Fuck it. Cannot cope, off to write fanfic.

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I'm off to bed in a bit, but:

The yoghurt is 1. a success and 2. especially tasty with lemon curd mixed into it.

Grooks. Half-hearted tonight. Creativity hurts my brain.

Don't Kill Me, v1
A pun is not rewording,
It's downright offal, really.
They only garner damns
Which prevent them flowing freely.

They're Also Incredibly Good Birth Control
Kids are a joy
And also a pleasure
And giving them back
To their mum -- even better.

For Simon
Apathy is bliss (on occasion)
The problem is finding
Invigoration.

Don't Kill Me, v2
My family are the Chiefs
We are a jolly crew
My mother has a chief tan
and my sister's Miss Chief too.
My brother's best achiefment
Is chiefly passing school
My father makes mean Mac&Chief
And makes us eat it, too.