whisper your words with all the passion of a scream.
I suppose, to be on the safe side, I'd like to say quite categorically that I don't want my entries/comments being posted anywhere else. It's sort of like social-network plagiarism, no? Slightly unsavoury, and I'd like to have nothing to do with it, please. Thanks, all. :)
Writing is going magnificently, in between the guilt-driven paragraphs of the essays that monopolise my everyday. I've just finished the seventh part of Traces, so all that remains is the real nitty-gritty of it. (And, she admits reluctantly, the everpresent task of editing.) I can't quite explain how excited I am about this whole process. I'm also working on a couple of other stand-alone stories which will hopefully be finished before they get completely out-of-date, ha. Timeliness and I have never been particularly well-acquainted.
I thought I'd post a picture of Sami Hyypiä, because I miss him. So here we are.
Oh, Daniel sneaked his way in. How did that happen?
(I miss that kit, too.)
The level of happiness that I feel for Fernando Torres is somewhere near the hole in the ozone layer. And Dirk! And Meireles! Oh, Liverpudlians, my heart would be smaller if it weren't for you.
Waking up at 8am tomorrow to watch the replay of Carra's testimonial online. God, I hope Michael Owen doesn't get booed.
Writing is going magnificently, in between the guilt-driven paragraphs of the essays that monopolise my everyday. I've just finished the seventh part of Traces, so all that remains is the real nitty-gritty of it. (And, she admits reluctantly, the everpresent task of editing.) I can't quite explain how excited I am about this whole process. I'm also working on a couple of other stand-alone stories which will hopefully be finished before they get completely out-of-date, ha. Timeliness and I have never been particularly well-acquainted.
I thought I'd post a picture of Sami Hyypiä, because I miss him. So here we are.
Oh, Daniel sneaked his way in. How did that happen?
(I miss that kit, too.)
The level of happiness that I feel for Fernando Torres is somewhere near the hole in the ozone layer. And Dirk! And Meireles! Oh, Liverpudlians, my heart would be smaller if it weren't for you.
Waking up at 8am tomorrow to watch the replay of Carra's testimonial online. God, I hope Michael Owen doesn't get booed.