I seem to be going through a period of spontaneous internet telepathy, where no sooner does a word, theme, poem come up on a blog or in an e-mail, but the next thing I go to it's there too. Bee, following a conversation about laughter, tells me that the kind of screamy, whoopy, loud girly laughter of which I appear to be inherently incapable is known as squee-ing, a very descriptive term I'd not heard before. Then I went over to another friend's Tumblr blog and found this under the heading 'Squeeeee!'.
If I could squee, this would certainly be something I would squee about.
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