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[ishyface]

Last night, right before I went to sleep, I decided that I needed to write a fic in which Luna becomes the new conductor of the Knight Bus.
I'd hoped that in the morning it wouldn't seem like a good idea.
No such luck.

Also, apparently I'm a Satanist.

You scored as Satanism. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Satanism! Before you scream, do a bit of research on it. To be a Satanist, you don't actually have to believe in Satan. Satanism generally focuses upon the spiritual advancement of the self, rather than upon submission to a deity or a set of moral codes. Do some research if you immediately think of the satanic cult stereotype. Your beliefs may also resemble those of earth-based religions such as paganism. </td> Satanism 83% Paganism 75% agnosticism 75% Buddhism 75% Hinduism 63% atheism 63% Islam 58% Christianity 42% Judaism 29% Which religion is the right one for you? (new version) created with QuizFarm.com

The Catholic in me is horrified. But that's okay, because the Catholic in me is always horrified. Or, rather, appalled.

ETA: When you wash dishes and have some "dried on" food on them, just wiping your dish rag over the dish does not remove it all. You must use some elbow grease, and may even require a "scrub pad" of some kind to remove it all.
Well, some demons are the same way. Just saying "come out in the name of JESUS" does not always insure a "clean plate". The demon may be "dried on" for some reason like being involved in witchcraft, holding unforgiveness, etc. This requires the "scrub pad" of the Holy Spirit...

"The scrub pad of the Holy Spirit." I love Demonbuster.

Comments

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

"Big strong men"? Dude... Ryan's an anime fan and Neil weighs maybe eighty pounds when wet. *shakes head*
Where qualifies as "nice"?

[tentertaining.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know.
Tyler was convincing me that we could go on his property friday night cause he's having a coupple people over. (why he's not coming tomorrow)

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

I'm working on Friday night.
Bugger.

[tentertaining.livejournal.com]

Man, maybe we could go to... damn. Lewis lake. It's illegal to camp there. Hm... and we can't have a fire. hm. THis sucks. I'm sad. and angry.

[tentertaining.livejournal.com]

I'm on the phone with Leah, and out of the blue said we should go camping on her island!

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

Okay, I have hit upon a CUNNING PLAN.
We'll buy a wagon- or possibly steal one, whichever's more convenient- and KIDNAP EVERYBODY. (And secure Neil another audition because otherwise I'd feel bad.)
Dammit. Maybe we should reschedule. And make sure everything's figured out beforehand and tell people that if they change their plans we'll take their thumbs, or something.

[tentertaining.livejournal.com]

do you work thursday night?

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

No.

[tentertaining.livejournal.com]

Hm, all plans aside, do you want to go into town tomorrow, with Leah too?

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmaybe.

[tentertaining.livejournal.com]

I'm going insane! Bah! The week after next, then, DEFINATLY, or I'll cry and cry and cry. (I'm that sensitive). Or we could get drunk in my backyard.

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

The week after next is a LONG WAY AWAY. *cries*
I think your mum might object to that. A little.

[tentertaining.livejournal.com]

Leah is still keen on us going camping on her island. we could save the booze for another time. Or if we could find somewheres on thursday... maybe my mom won't know, I don't think. Or if we find somewheres else thursday or whever.

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

Leah is worryingly preoccupied with her island. Am getting distinct impression that Leah and island are having bizarre sort of affair. Colin won't like that at all.
Thursday. Explain?

[tentertaining.livejournal.com]

heheh... I know, I won't tell him if you don't.
Well, can we think of anywheres to go camping at all? I think that if we go to Lewis Lake Park that it might work out. Plus, I'm not a loud drunk at all, and my mom won't check on us or anything, so we could SO easily go in my backyard. And pretend we're... hm... where should we be this time?

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

Oh, you KNOW I'll tell him. Or would if I didn't find him so very intimidating.
I'm not sure I'd be allowed to go if it was just us. (Although if we end up in your backyard we should pretend to be in the desert in Australia. For reasons of KANGEROOS.)

[tentertaining.livejournal.com]

Well, I know him well enough, maybe I'll just drop him a few hints, and drop a suggestive photograph out of my purse when I visit him. (no, I know that I don't have a purse, but it sounds more beleivable that way)
Yeah, same, I think. *gr* (We are so SO sad. But I do love Kangeroos. Plus we're gonna be on a mission, not to get caught from the fashious dictator who hates alcohol!)

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

Yeah, my first thought upon reading that was not "Martine has suggestive photographs?" but "Martine has a purse?" I'm not sure if that says something about you or about me.
(We are kind of sad. But come on, kangeroos. And also koalas, which can rip off a human being's arms. They're cool like that.
Will it be a mission: impossible? Because that would be bad in that if it's impossible we'd get caught but also good in that I'd get to hum that theme song over and over.)

[tentertaining.livejournal.com]

I meant suggestive photograps of Leah and the island, and I meant out of my plastic sobey's bag. and, no, I refuse to wear a purse. What do people think pockets are for?
(Koalas can rip off my arms!? HAH! It's so funny when you said that because I had started to play that in my head! how about mission: highly probable we get away but don't have a hangover and also if we don't be loud and stuff. SOunds like a GREAT movie title to me.)
*theme song still playing*

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

And why were you spying on Leah's amorous interludes with her island, Martine? Perv.
(That is a very good title. I need to make a film called that. It can be a weird arty indie flick involving carrots. And animation sequences.)
Dun dun DUN DUN dun dun DUN DUN...

[tentertaining.livejournal.com]

Um, ah, I didn't know, man, I just um, happened to look over accrose the lake, and, had a camera and I was so surprised my hand had a spasim and then the camera clicked. Fer serious.
(Can I be in your cinimatic production?)
*loves it*
Alright, so do you want to go to Leah's island and have a fire and accutally camp too, the night before we go with the kowala bears and star in a movie where we will hum the theme song from Mission Impossible? (We won't be able to have a fire at my house.) I know you don't really know Leah all that well, so it's cool if you don't want to go, but she said she definatly wants you to come. If you want. so yeah. and stuff. AND SMORES.

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, THAT'S alright then.
(How do you feel about the part of the Russian assassin? You'd get to wear a furry hat.)
FIRE + SMORES = GOOD EQUATION. And as Leah doesn't mind having impassioned arguments at three in the morning that is good. On Thursday or tomorrow?

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

FUCK.
Disregard above. Apparently my parents are just too skittish to let me go anywhere with anyone who doesn't have a penis.

[tentertaining.livejournal.com]

Wha!?
Leah's dad has a penis! (he's even canoeing us!)
Wait...
that doesn't mean you can't come camping in my backyard either, does it?

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

I have absolutely no idea what's going on because it's like it's okay and then it's not and it's okay again but then she goes on big spiels about how she's gonna worry and she needs to know where exactly it is and ARGH.