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Greetings, lowly slave-monkeys of the planet Livejournal. It is I, the great and powerful OZ Froodle, here to bring you joy and merriment and disasterous encounters with hot air balloons. Or perhaps to bitch about my emerging wisdom tooth (yes, mock away, I only have one) which is fucking killing me, or to moan about being back on the Isle of Man and wasting my valuable holiday entitlement here on the Rock That Time Forgot, or to share with you my extreme disgruntification at the way A Series of Unfortunate Events ended or perhaps do any combination of the three, while also wombling on any other subjects that happen to cross my mind.

Actually, first I must say that I completely hate hate hate with the power of a thousand suns my complete Goomba of a manager, who thinks he is Batman when in fact he is more like Aquatard, and who would have been set on fire if I had not managed to procure a box of chocolates and some Sharpe DVDs in time to assauge my wrath.

Also, ASOUE has the most dissatisfactorizing ending ever, with both myself and the Baudelaires being completely gypped in terms of answers to any mysteries, and also with Count Olaf being dead, because he sort of grew on me as the series progressed and I am actually quite gutted that he got harpoonified to death, and with Fiona being a total tramposaur to poor lovely Klaus and never finding out if Violet would pick Quigley or Duncan Quagmire and the Baudelaire parentals being dead after all and the orphans getting saddled with another orphan and just... boo! Boo I say! I demand real endings.

In other news, having spectacularly failed in my attempts to not eat more than one chocolate bar a day, stave off any more book-related purchases until I have read everything in my fifty-book-deep To Be Read pile and not be outwardly spiteful to people I hate or am merely annoyed by, I believe I have finally lit upon a resolution that is both challenging and actually possible; this being to read my height in books. I predict many large-print books with lots of pictures in my immediate future.

And finally, the Isle of Man sucks, and my wisdom tooth is burning me with unbearable pain. That is all.