um, ohh dearr. i drinnkie mayebe alittle. tehrre's been aslighht acciednt. maybe accidentlyy on purrpose fed micce lembas. micie lick lemabs. mice like lembass a lott. tehy eat los of lemmbas. micies bouncey off teh walls of tehir cagess...and off eahc otherr ( Read more... )

i drank heavily.

mice ate ivan turgenev's fathers and sons.

i slept (fitfully, uncomfortably and when i thought the mice weren't looking).

mice made a giant cheese sculpture from the world's longest paperclip chain.

it would appear that i have a hangover.

mice drank water.

i read ivan turgenev's fathers and sons.

mice slept (though not often, or at the same time, or together).

i made the world's longest paperclip chain.

it would appear that i am pretty dull.

mice drank water.

mice ran around.

mice slept (though not often, or at the same time, or together).

mice ate a lot.

it would appear that mice are pretty dull.

it would seem that plastic lord elrond has left me in charge of his, um, little science project. it involves mice. 3000 of them. i can handle this. no problem. small vicious furry rodents (not at all like hamster jeff), what harm can they do locked in their cages ( Read more... )

well, i have returned from my extended date with plastic pippin to find the lab in one piece. though one of my clones is a bit stroppy. she keeps mumbling about lost opportunities with a lycra clad man. i assume that means super hero merry/tobey/spiderman visited... and she didn't experiment on him. i am worried. that is not usual clone behaviour. ( Read more... )

well, it would appear that aviendah has gone away with her plastic boyfriend. i am a clone *points to user icon* her clone. um, what day is it? i've lost track of time since i've been down in the old science lab enjoying myself with, um... no, working. i was working on a scientific experiment that gauges the stamina level of irish and oriental ( Read more... )

another most gorgeous gift from dearest webmiko

*stares lustfully at irish comforter*

i wonder where my boyfiend is? would he notice if i, er, fought my clones for an intellectual discussion and a round of bingo *cough cough* with this lovely irish comforter?

i have finally managed to track down one of my clones (hence my recent absence, that was probably unnoticed anyway *glares at mun*).

my clone is currently in my old science lab. eating ice-cream. with three men. THREE. two rather yummy mortal kombat gods, and a very skillful champion of virtual fighter 3. i believe my clone wishes to extend her ( Read more... )

i have made a serious commitment oh, sweet eru, a scary thought. i am no longer going to openly lust after any male i happen to see. i am a reformed elf (although it would appear i have not quite mustered control over my clones...where ever they may actually be...and does their um, habits actually count as mine, since they're not strictly speaking ( Read more... )