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So I'm sitting here reading the Weekly World News, all nostalgic and all because it says an alien is going to land his ship on Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras. Like the city isn't trashed enough during Mardi Gras, it needs an alien to land it's big ass ship there. Honestly though, I don't think anyone would notice it with all the decked out parade floats battling to be the most flamboyantly obnoxious thing on the streets. God I miss living there sometimes. . .

On to fanfic crap - I've hit a dry spot. I have a few ideas on the back burner brewing, but nothing ready to sit down and spew out. Any one have some suggestions on how to make Mr. Treize spill his guts? I'd be happy to hear it.

You don't know JACK. . .

Take the Stephanie Test and see how well you know me! If you don't know me very well, get to know me! Make sure you get a list of the answers if you did bad - and be prepared to send presents, because I've got all the scores.