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I hate mold. It's so.... moldy.
But you are not moldy, and that is why I love you.
The mold is back. There is water leaking from my cieling again. Those bastards said they'd fix it over the summer, and they bloody well *didn't*. I am sooooooooo pissed.
Also, there is little sadder to me than watching good writing go to hell. I am witness to the end of what was once a good and interesting RP, with lovely portrayal of one of my favorite characters, in one of my favorite pairings. I am in mourning now - I will save my favorite parts, and then never go to that place again. It depresses me now.
Who would think Snape would say "son of a bitch" or "shut your fat mouth," anyway?
Good things shouldn't be allowed to go bad.
I want onion soup, damn it.
But you are not moldy, and that is why I love you.
The mold is back. There is water leaking from my cieling again. Those bastards said they'd fix it over the summer, and they bloody well *didn't*. I am sooooooooo pissed.
Also, there is little sadder to me than watching good writing go to hell. I am witness to the end of what was once a good and interesting RP, with lovely portrayal of one of my favorite characters, in one of my favorite pairings. I am in mourning now - I will save my favorite parts, and then never go to that place again. It depresses me now.
Who would think Snape would say "son of a bitch" or "shut your fat mouth," anyway?
Good things shouldn't be allowed to go bad.
I want onion soup, damn it.
