Today is the greatest day I have ever known
Jen leave for a Swan Lake sleepover with the gels and the LFoD goes a little crazy in her absence. Jen! You're our sanity! Come back! Last time I saw you you were getting on the bus in your pajama pants. Good for you. Keep on trucking. How are the swans?
Last time I saw Cath she was holding her laptop like a book and giggling over what she'd just gone and done. Last time I saw Circe was about five minutes before Cath went and did the thing and she was slightly horrified and lolified that Cath was going to do it.
Last time I saw Peter he was leaving the LFoD to clean up the horrible mess he'd made of out kitchen with his POT CHOCOLATE MOUSSE!
Last time I saw Alina it was windy!
Last time I talked to Nikki she was on a bus and I was sitting on Circe's bed with the cellphone plugged into the wall cos the battery was slowly dying of neglect.
We decided tonight that the next Saw movie should be them trying to find their way out of hot bread, because Emilie Autumn would do the song "I pray for your yeast." Because Peter did.
I have a photo of Cath in front of our door. Behind her it says "Trapped box by cock."
Becky came to town the other week. She and her boy are living in Sydney, recording music. She gave me a CD. It's awesome. I'm listening to one of her songs on repeat on my iPod and thinking "my friend made that, out of nothing she just made it! Wow."
Last week I was doing my court thing, only, it was really really quiet. Either no one showed up to be a witness that day or something else was going on. I mean, I know it was a lovely day, and Elemeno P were playing in Vic Lane Square just behind the courthouse, but still. Oh well. I hade a brilliant conversation about traveling over Europe, sailing the Med in a yatch, nannying for rick folk in Monaco and all sorts of wonderful things that made me want to travel even more. Europe, Canadia, Istanbul, and Melbourne/Sydney, because of the people. My youngest brother is in Japan right now. Because he's almost seventeen. WTF.
When I was his age, I went to Chile. Apart from most of the people I was traveling with and some of the people I met, it was gorgeous. I love the Andes. I'd go again and not stay with host families who blame me when their daughter takes me out on the town, tell me off for ages then wonder why I'm crying. Also that daughter totally cheated on her boyfriend with one of the NZ guys. You didn't hear it from me. I hope Sam gets on with his host family. And the others he's traveling with. And if he doesn't get food poisoning and all his flights home don't go on strike, then that's good too.
It's officially the 22nd of August. No, September. I don't know where August went, or September, but in one month exactly we'll be meeting Lara and Lewi at the airport. Oh yes, oh yes. *thrusts* We have the plans... It's exciting. Last time I saw them we spent hundred of dollars at the Hard Rock Cafe, Lewi wore one of those fingerclaw things and I think we went a bit mental at our dessert, Lara drove us wonderfully from the airport and I didn't snore. And all this was before DL. Before DL.
That's like trying to remember what me and Circe were like before Heirs.
Or what life was like before LOTR. Was there such a time?
Yes, Harry Potter. Before that, Dragonball Z. Before that... shit... the puppies? Puppy in my Pocket? Not that that was a telly show.
As Robin McKinley once said "I don't have hobbies, I have obessions." I think playing with the puppies in childhood was practise for my long gig as an RPer. After all, the most exciting parts of playing with puppies was when Junior the evil chihuahua kidnapped someone! And Magnum the mischevious Husky and Zaney his sidekick Basset Hound had to rescue them! But would their plans be ruined by Junior's son, Winston the bulldog, who had been dropped in the sewer as a puppy and had never been able to get the smell out?
No, is the answer to that question. Winston always ended up smelling worse than he'd started out. Junior lost an ear, which only made her more evil. She had a bumbling husband, possibly a Corgi.
You know, I think the end of the first era of me and Tim ended when he disrespected the puppies so much as to throw Magnum against the ceiling. We weren't friends again till University.
I like daffodils, narcissus, daphne and the name Ariadne.
Have some photos!
Last time I saw Cath she was holding her laptop like a book and giggling over what she'd just gone and done. Last time I saw Circe was about five minutes before Cath went and did the thing and she was slightly horrified and lolified that Cath was going to do it.
Last time I saw Peter he was leaving the LFoD to clean up the horrible mess he'd made of out kitchen with his POT CHOCOLATE MOUSSE!
Last time I saw Alina it was windy!
Last time I talked to Nikki she was on a bus and I was sitting on Circe's bed with the cellphone plugged into the wall cos the battery was slowly dying of neglect.
We decided tonight that the next Saw movie should be them trying to find their way out of hot bread, because Emilie Autumn would do the song "I pray for your yeast." Because Peter did.
I have a photo of Cath in front of our door. Behind her it says "Trapped box by cock."
Becky came to town the other week. She and her boy are living in Sydney, recording music. She gave me a CD. It's awesome. I'm listening to one of her songs on repeat on my iPod and thinking "my friend made that, out of nothing she just made it! Wow."
Last week I was doing my court thing, only, it was really really quiet. Either no one showed up to be a witness that day or something else was going on. I mean, I know it was a lovely day, and Elemeno P were playing in Vic Lane Square just behind the courthouse, but still. Oh well. I hade a brilliant conversation about traveling over Europe, sailing the Med in a yatch, nannying for rick folk in Monaco and all sorts of wonderful things that made me want to travel even more. Europe, Canadia, Istanbul, and Melbourne/Sydney, because of the people. My youngest brother is in Japan right now. Because he's almost seventeen. WTF.
When I was his age, I went to Chile. Apart from most of the people I was traveling with and some of the people I met, it was gorgeous. I love the Andes. I'd go again and not stay with host families who blame me when their daughter takes me out on the town, tell me off for ages then wonder why I'm crying. Also that daughter totally cheated on her boyfriend with one of the NZ guys. You didn't hear it from me. I hope Sam gets on with his host family. And the others he's traveling with. And if he doesn't get food poisoning and all his flights home don't go on strike, then that's good too.
It's officially the 22nd of August. No, September. I don't know where August went, or September, but in one month exactly we'll be meeting Lara and Lewi at the airport. Oh yes, oh yes. *thrusts* We have the plans... It's exciting. Last time I saw them we spent hundred of dollars at the Hard Rock Cafe, Lewi wore one of those fingerclaw things and I think we went a bit mental at our dessert, Lara drove us wonderfully from the airport and I didn't snore. And all this was before DL. Before DL.
That's like trying to remember what me and Circe were like before Heirs.
Or what life was like before LOTR. Was there such a time?
Yes, Harry Potter. Before that, Dragonball Z. Before that... shit... the puppies? Puppy in my Pocket? Not that that was a telly show.
As Robin McKinley once said "I don't have hobbies, I have obessions." I think playing with the puppies in childhood was practise for my long gig as an RPer. After all, the most exciting parts of playing with puppies was when Junior the evil chihuahua kidnapped someone! And Magnum the mischevious Husky and Zaney his sidekick Basset Hound had to rescue them! But would their plans be ruined by Junior's son, Winston the bulldog, who had been dropped in the sewer as a puppy and had never been able to get the smell out?
No, is the answer to that question. Winston always ended up smelling worse than he'd started out. Junior lost an ear, which only made her more evil. She had a bumbling husband, possibly a Corgi.
You know, I think the end of the first era of me and Tim ended when he disrespected the puppies so much as to throw Magnum against the ceiling. We weren't friends again till University.
I like daffodils, narcissus, daphne and the name Ariadne.
Have some photos!