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I have moved to Insanejournal, and nothing further will be posted here. I am keeping the journal for the purpose of reading and commenting on LJ journals and comms.

Links to entries in this journal will remain active, but all fic entries and most other entries are (or will shortly be) duplicated on my new account, and that is where any future revisions will be posted.

See my dragon eggs!

Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

The site looks pretty nifty, you guys should check it out. It's not just a pic, each dragon gets it's own profile page!

Random: I'm in a Kryceky kinda mood today . ..

. . . oddly, I will be moving into my new apartment on the same day that I move to IJ. How about that?

Another unpolished bit of the Bakery!AU.

Timeline notes: Early on in the Bakery!AUverse, Leon's 15 and just recently started working at the pastry bakery.

Title: Éclairs
Fandom: Petshop of Horrors
Pairing/Characters: Leon, D - preslash
Rating: G
Words: 130

Summary: Leon meets Count D for the first time. Misunderstandings ensue.

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Same as always, con/crit wanted.

An unpolished bit from the Bakery!AU.

Timeline notes: Leon's 17, and has just started his apprenticeship at the bakery where he's been doing odd jobs since he was 15.

Title: Profiteroles
Fandom: Petshop of Horrors
Pairing/Characters: Leon, D preslash
Rating: G
Words: 200

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Hammers to the head in the form of grammar, structure, flow, or characterization will be joyfully accepted. Just try not to get any blood on the carpet.

Interest recieved on my bank account this month from CIBC?

One cent. $0.01. 1¢.

dude, it probably costs them 5¢ to make the transaction.

I am so easily amused.

In other news: Am drafting a Petshop AU wherein a young Leon becomes a baker's apprentice. <------ yes, I am twisted.

Going to get my key and see my apartment TOMORROW~! Yayness. I can't even remember what it looks like, except that the balcony is hugely huge.

I can has rollerskates!!! They're black Jive Monkeys with bright pink wheels and so very awesome.

I haven't posted in a month.

I need to write something, but I'm all . . . "bleh." Which kind of sucks, because the "bleh" makes me not feel like doing anything, and the not doing anything makes me "bleh." Nasty, horrid, and ugly circles of doom.

Waiting anxiously for Doctor Who 4x12, 'cause more Rose! Torchwood crossover! Martha! AWESOME!

I hope Donna doesn't die, though . . .

Our basement *flooded* yesterday.

A sprinkler hose burst sometime in the early morning and sent water gushing into the basement entry, and of course the drain was clogged. Around 5am I got out of bed to go to the washroom and stepped into a centimeter-deep puddle of water.

Um, NOT FUN, guys.

Course it took us about half an hour to figure out that the water was coming from outside, not from a leaky pipe inside.

Mum & Dad helped out for a couple hours, but Mum had her Masters classes to go to and Dad went to work so I spent the whole day mopping up water with towels, wringing out towels, again and again and again.