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[vintage_belle]

First thing's first:



And ... I guess Pavano can have a happy birthday as well. *grumblegrumble* But more importantly: Happy birthday to me! Not that anyone in Britain gives a wank, but I have reached full legality in America, so that when I return I shall be able to drink you all under the table. (Or not, because honestly, it's far too expensive for me to want to.) I can also finally open the present from my parents that has been sitting on my table since Friday, daring me to open it before my birthday day.

I appear to have developed a bit of an obsession with a program called Torchwood - a spin off of Dr. Who. The sad part? I've only seen the season finale. Yes, finale. And as far as I can see they're not playing reruns yet. *Sighe*

Off to do some actual shopping so I don't live on spaghetti and garlic salt all term. Also to do my laundry - I finally found the laundrette, and it's stupidly far away. So is the grocery, for that matter, but oh well.

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[slipperyliz.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday Sly Omi! You know, I've been living on spaghetti and garlic salt. It's good, but you always vary it with other spices or by adding chicken. If I were less lazy, that's what I would do.

[vintage-belle.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Slippery Liz! Oh: My mom forwarded your letter to me and I got it today, so the moonstone was like a birthday present. It's quite lovely! As to the pasta - I'm supplimenting it with peanut butter and instant soups. I'm far too lazy to cook chicken ;)

[slipperyliz.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you got my letter. I'd hoped it would get to you before you left, but oh well. You could always just microwave the chicken, which would be easyish, but peanut butter is delicious and good for you. Just don't starve. Or get scurvy.