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Candy. Or Iron. Or Wood, if you're very modern.
Send all your candy this way, it's my 6th LJ-versary! A date I now share with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jm_cats, and how awesome is that?
Six years ago I was in the middle of posting Eight Ways from Sunday. HP book 5 wasn't out yet. I hadn't even met a single person in fandom! And now I have met so many of you out there, close friends, whether long distance or nearer to hand. And without all this I might not have come back to academia. So thank you, fandom, thank you live journal, thank you everyone.
In honor of that I shall use my default icon. Good old Seamus and Dean! I'll get back to you two by and by.
And what did I do to celebrate this momentous occasion? Why, I locked myself out of my flat, of course, in a sweater and a nightdress, no phone, no nothing, had to beg someone walking past to use their phone to call the locksmith who'd handily left their card in our outside door, got our bottom lock drilled out (and by the way, how anyone had broken into my apartment some years ago by drilling the lock with no one hearing I do NOT know) and bought a new lock that will not lock automatically thank goodness. And wow, I am living cheap here in Brooklyn, though now all that money has gone to the locksmith. At least in the twenty or so minutes that I was sitting on the stairs in our vestibule I put together a story. So there's that.
jm_cats, and how awesome is that?Six years ago I was in the middle of posting Eight Ways from Sunday. HP book 5 wasn't out yet. I hadn't even met a single person in fandom! And now I have met so many of you out there, close friends, whether long distance or nearer to hand. And without all this I might not have come back to academia. So thank you, fandom, thank you live journal, thank you everyone.
In honor of that I shall use my default icon. Good old Seamus and Dean! I'll get back to you two by and by.
And what did I do to celebrate this momentous occasion? Why, I locked myself out of my flat, of course, in a sweater and a nightdress, no phone, no nothing, had to beg someone walking past to use their phone to call the locksmith who'd handily left their card in our outside door, got our bottom lock drilled out (and by the way, how anyone had broken into my apartment some years ago by drilling the lock with no one hearing I do NOT know) and bought a new lock that will not lock automatically thank goodness. And wow, I am living cheap here in Brooklyn, though now all that money has gone to the locksmith. At least in the twenty or so minutes that I was sitting on the stairs in our vestibule I put together a story. So there's that.
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Shared anniversaries are the awesome sauce!