Morning, all. :)

[xp_daytripper]

Just when you thought it was safe to let my half of the room out to someone else... I'm back! And with a new hairdo and everything. *grins* I got in at scary hours last night - 'round three I think, and now I've had some kip and a chance to catch up on the journals I've got a few messages for various people...

Rahne - I've still got your Christmas present with me, seeing how I didn't catch up with you on Muir. Come and find me so I can give it to you?

Angie and Nate - *blinks* Stewardess? Okay, I've seen people on LSD less trippy than you. No more chocolate, ever.

Kyle - still blue? If it's bugging you, Jamie has lots of dye-removing stuff, and I could always glamour you so you look like your usual self.

Alison - any chance of some punk in this History of Music class? Sign me up, I'm dropping Art this term any way.

Moira - more presents for you and the baby, from Mina. She went out and bought a bunch of baby clothes in Berlin for you. Okay if I drop them 'round?

Angelo - fag! Gagging for one, actually. Back porch?

Angie again - the family thing went well, so congratulations are okay, no, not with the poofy Asgard dresses (thank fuck for that) and yes, that Kurt. Like I said, messes with your head, no?

Nate again - where's my pony? ;)

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[x-icarus.livejournal.com]

Don't mean to get all holy on you, but it irks me when other people use that word. But for other queers, it's kind of a reclaiming thing, you know? Like black people using the n word. Or maybe I'm just a self-hater.

Slag? Don't think I've ever heard that, but it sounds nasty enough.

The best thing about being a mutant is that I can eat whatever the fuck I want and not gain a pound. Apparently, if I get fat then I can't fly, and my wings need a lot of energy, so I have a crazy fast metabolism. So bring on the chocolate.

[xp_daytripper]

*shrugs* Didn't mean to cause offence. I knew the word doesn't mean the same thing here as at home, 's just no-one's ever really taken it personally before. I'll try and cut back. On the word, not the smokes. *grins*

Slag means hooker. Slut. Someone who sells themselves for money. You get the picture. I've been called that and far worse, and that was just by London's Finest (police, that is).

I've got something similar with the magic, tho' it's more the magic burns off what I put in. I've you've every seen me inhaling the contents of the fridge after an all-day tutoring session with Strange, you'd get the picture.

*grins* All right then, I'll see what I can do. I've got a couple of mates back home who'll mail some of the good chocolate over...