*pops out of a cake!*

Happy birthday, Rita!

Twenty-four birthday spanks have been gift-wrapped and are on their way to you.

electronic_emo, you get nothing for your birthday but off-key singing in a couple Celtic languages. Because that's all you deserve (but also happy birthday!).

Rita's here! Rita's heeere, finally, at last, it is so unreeeeeal and omgyay and she's here and she's in the tub right now so we are not cuddling but I have had two days of cuddles and wheee and yay! Busy couple of days, randomly all events must occur in the first few days of her visit, because we have nothing (except a couple hang-outs with ( Read more... )

Curling is on in an hour! A Very Duggar Wedding is on tonight! Miss America is on right now ( Read more... )

So it's the second of January already. Which does not just mean that I'm kinda late talking about resolutions and such. Today is also mine and Rita's six month anniversary (yay ( Read more... )

I has a penguin, and my penguin has a happy.

Got a package from the girlie full of chocolates and sparklies and jinglies and a penguin! And it is the cutest, softest, squishiest, happiest stuffed penguin you have ever seen. It is apparently a Welsh penguin, so his name is Pwyll. Pwyll the Penguin ( Read more... )

It's snowing out. Why is it snowing out? Snow. White stuff, in flurries. Gathering along the edges of curbs and around the base of trees. Snow. DO NOT WANT.

TO DOrenew books at library ( Read more... )

Bruce Boxleitner, you are a skeezy bastard ( Read more... )

I had a dream last night that would make a good idea for a novel, very kinda post-apocalyptic. Like Cleopatra 2525, Earth was hit by an alien race, very few survivors. The survivors were more like the hunters from Supernatural, most of them had been part of this thing called the Game. I wasn't too clear on what the Game was. It was a dream. Then I ( Read more... )