I always wanted to be a puppy rancher.
Silmariën and I have been working on our project to destroy Númenor, but nothing yet has worked. I think Sili is ready to give up, after we spent four or so hours trying to sink the island by pushing all of the sand off the beach into the water. Before that, we spent an afternoon chiselling away the sea cliffs, but I broke a nail so we stopped. I never really liked this stupid island, anyway. Time to get on with my new life, forget these caffeine-addled Númenórean bastards.
I talked to a real estate agent who told me, five minutes into the meeting, that I should look into the "real estate investment opportunities available in Mee-nass Teer-ith", wherever that is. I scrunched my nose and said that I don't like dwarves, but he rolled his eyes (jerk :P) and told me that men live there. So I told him that I don't like men, either, my royal ex Gimilzôr turned me off of them while we were alive the first time. The agent was nicer this time and apologized for forgetting to mention that women live there, too. He added, "You'll like it there, the walls are shiny." So I signed the paper he handed me and wrote him a check immediately. I like shiny. :D
I talked to a real estate agent who told me, five minutes into the meeting, that I should look into the "real estate investment opportunities available in Mee-nass Teer-ith", wherever that is. I scrunched my nose and said that I don't like dwarves, but he rolled his eyes (jerk :P) and told me that men live there. So I told him that I don't like men, either, my royal ex Gimilzôr turned me off of them while we were alive the first time. The agent was nicer this time and apologized for forgetting to mention that women live there, too. He added, "You'll like it there, the walls are shiny." So I signed the paper he handed me and wrote him a check immediately. I like shiny. :D