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Aug. 7th, 2005 01:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
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.
I'd hoped that in the morning it wouldn't seem like a good idea.
No such luck.
Also, apparently I'm a Satanist.
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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.
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on 2005-08-09 04:48 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-08-09 04:50 pm (UTC)I think your mum might object to that. A little.
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on 2005-08-09 04:56 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-08-09 04:58 pm (UTC)Thursday. Explain?
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on 2005-08-09 05:05 pm (UTC)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?
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on 2005-08-09 05:10 pm (UTC)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.)
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on 2005-08-09 05:15 pm (UTC)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!)
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on 2005-08-09 05:19 pm (UTC)(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.)
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on 2005-08-09 05:24 pm (UTC)(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*
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on 2005-08-09 05:29 pm (UTC)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...
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on 2005-08-09 05:41 pm (UTC)(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.
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on 2005-08-09 05:59 pm (UTC)(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?
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on 2005-08-10 12:41 am (UTC)Disregard above. Apparently my parents are just too skittish to let me go anywhere with anyone who doesn't have a penis.
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on 2005-08-10 02:34 pm (UTC)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?
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on 2005-08-10 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-08-10 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-08-10 05:53 pm (UTC)"Go down from your subdivison, turn left on St. Margerets Bay Road, keep driving untill you see two appartment buildings, drive to the next corner on your right and there's three driveways, and take the first one, its marked 3033, and you keep straight, don't go into the first house. (the driveway is a KM)the lake is called Fraiser Lake if you want to look it up on a map." But I'd be able to drive you to Leah's tonight, I hope that your mom doesn't worry? (And the island is about a five minute canoe ride from her house)
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on 2005-08-10 07:09 pm (UTC)But yes, I think she might want to talk to your mom, or Leah's dad. She's not home until... six, I think.