Hello, my dearest friends, it's been ages upon ages since I have last updated or made contact with anyone, really. I'm going to tell you all a little story, an occurence which may or may not have happened, but it makes a nice little story, eh? Sit back, enjoy a cuppa Romulan ale, and laugh when your teeth is stained blue for the next eighteen weeks ( Read more... )

Oh, the old days ( Read more... )

Three out of... five of my parents' children are maiar and working for Manwe, Melkor, and Vaire, respectively. You would expect them to be damned proud of us but most likely they are distracted by other things. Such as coitus. But no matter, we all seem to appear as overachieving bastards now, but it's due to an insane amount of luck. Because maybe ( Read more... )

*rolls on the fucking floor and dies laughing*

RIP, mum. Those muns can be so nasty to us sometimes.

*sob*

Sigh. Hi Yoko Irmo.

*heavy sigh*

I have a secret.

Every Thursday night, I go to Lorien and attend the Interpretive Dance classes that are taught by Claude.

And I heart Bjork. Her charm and elfin features make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

That is all.

Mmmm.

*gathers together with Tindomiel and Elfhild*

*joins the rest of the idle puppets on Audrey's bookshelves until our favourite person in the entire world returns*

Ooooooh!

*starts reading Tropic of Capricorn to pass the time*

Back in Greenland, after shuffling back and forth between Valinor and Apartment Pi, although there isn't really much of a difference as in both dimensions have valar taking residence in its rooms and fucking in its facilities, as well as Surround Sound speakers blasting the dialogue between Spock and Kirk at the end of Star Trek II 24/7 ( Read more... )

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I'm in Valinor now, staying with Nerdanel who is currently taking care of her youngest son Amras who is still... under the weather. Even though I'm Manwe's maia, I haven't actually visited his home or anything since he made me one, so I decided to drop by ( Read more... )