Well. My parents got back, and they're not furious with me. I managed to get away with killing the fish in the pond, smashing a rather expensive bowl, and drinking every last beer in the garage (I say beer; they were Budweisers) and they brought me back reindeer meat products (soup and jerky) that I look forward to consuming in front of children. In public. At Christmas.
Moreover, due to a mutual desire to get me the fuck out of the house as soon as possible, I will be arriving at Ridgefield Road TOMORROW, and therefore will need an immediate injection of boozes. With a little paper umbrella. Internet is very quiet at the moment, and I blame the sun and lack of internet at the Pit of Ink and Whiskey. Either that or the last Calvert cover made everyone defriend me. /minor panic/.
This is a Stephanie Brown for the very shiny
anariel_di_gaia. Please don't steal it without asking her, because that would be very bad manners and I'd have to set the leeches on you.