I think this afternoon might be sacrificed to the great god just JUST LET ME SLEEEP
State of the Bun: Lump is decreasing, as aforementioned se has apparently been lying about hir gender but we have somehow or another gotten into the habit of just calling hir Bun anyway, so. Actually not so much lying about it as it was the fact that we very rarely get female pets because you have to get them spayed and it's a much more expensive operation than, well, taking off a dude's boybits. Although come to think of it everybody thinks Oliver is a girl anyway because he's so quiet and a whore and his face is so narrow. Our pets transcend gender, apparently. So we just assumed se was a boy. Although chelle_sama informs me that their Remus once had a litter under the bathtub, so I guess it's something rabbits think is funny.
Via newpersia: Plurk. I dunno yet but the chat thing is better than Twitter at least.
Actually when I get home I am going to either follow original characters around whining at the top of my scratchy lungs ("Dudes, come on! let's not finish at the stroke of midnight this time, dudes! Dudes! Seriously! Stop that! Come here and talk to me!") and/or tediously make a long chain of like, two hundred odd yards of laceweight singles so I can chain-ply it when I have a chance. I foresee a lot of Dekaranger in my future, argh.
(by the way, yesterday I wore a peach voile dress and heeled sandals -- which hurt like a son of a bitch -- and of course yesterday morning Rainy Season decided to poke its head around the door and say "'sup." It cleared up eventually, but I was not happy when I walked outside and realized it was drizzling.)
Via newpersia: Plurk. I dunno yet but the chat thing is better than Twitter at least.
Actually when I get home I am going to either follow original characters around whining at the top of my scratchy lungs ("Dudes, come on! let's not finish at the stroke of midnight this time, dudes! Dudes! Seriously! Stop that! Come here and talk to me!") and/or tediously make a long chain of like, two hundred odd yards of laceweight singles so I can chain-ply it when I have a chance. I foresee a lot of Dekaranger in my future, argh.
(by the way, yesterday I wore a peach voile dress and heeled sandals -- which hurt like a son of a bitch -- and of course yesterday morning Rainy Season decided to poke its head around the door and say "'sup." It cleared up eventually, but I was not happy when I walked outside and realized it was drizzling.)