"And I demand...
You put my heart back in my hand
And wipe it clean
From the mess you made of me
And I require
You make me free from this desire
And when you leave, I'd better be the innocent
I used to be..."
The world is very cold. This, it turns out is detrimental to corvids.
Other than cold my world is mostly filled with painting (which I like), visiting the Oast (which I'm less keen on), playing or NPCing ZG scenes (which are random), listening to Emilie Autumn (who is still crazy), drinking tea and vodka (munchy), and trying to ensure my neurons don't mope about all the things they feel unhappy about. I've also tidied my room lots and sorted through various chests, draws and boxes. I've also also managed to procure some small and random winterfest giftings for some people, which is a shiny thing.
This week I'm mostly hoping I won't be summoned to the Oast so instead I can make myself a hooded long gillet out of an old rabbit-fur coat. This might stop me from freezing. (On a side note, my personal ethics say that if you eat the animal than you can use the fur; and game stew is really tasty. Hence I feel no guilt about the coat any more than I would about a pair of leather shoes.)
Anyway. That's most of my world.
And wipe it clean
From the mess you made of me
And I require
You make me free from this desire
And when you leave, I'd better be the innocent
I used to be..."
The world is very cold. This, it turns out is detrimental to corvids.
Other than cold my world is mostly filled with painting (which I like), visiting the Oast (which I'm less keen on), playing or NPCing ZG scenes (which are random), listening to Emilie Autumn (who is still crazy), drinking tea and vodka (munchy), and trying to ensure my neurons don't mope about all the things they feel unhappy about. I've also tidied my room lots and sorted through various chests, draws and boxes. I've also also managed to procure some small and random winterfest giftings for some people, which is a shiny thing.
This week I'm mostly hoping I won't be summoned to the Oast so instead I can make myself a hooded long gillet out of an old rabbit-fur coat. This might stop me from freezing. (On a side note, my personal ethics say that if you eat the animal than you can use the fur; and game stew is really tasty. Hence I feel no guilt about the coat any more than I would about a pair of leather shoes.)
Anyway. That's most of my world.