I'm so confused...

I seem to keep losing very large chunks of time. *blinks*

Maybe alcoholism isn't the best choice?

*shrugs, goes back to drinking*

I've discovered a new sport! It's called "breaking the non-direct ancestors."

Elladan: *is sitting next to the margarita fountain, sipping but still sober for a change*
Maedhros: *comes up to the fountain* Well, hello.
Maedhros: *fills a glass for himself*
Elladan: You... you're a Feanorian, aren't you?
Maedhros: Yeeees...Why? Who are you?
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Okay. I have not had a drink in like 3 days. This is horrible. I'm starting to regain my cohesion! Even with Elrohir around. Mind, this computer pinball is terribly distracting. Especially since Elrohir apparantly played it once after he fixed the computer. So I had all the high scores except, for some odd reason, the second place. Which was him ( Read more... )

So, I found Elrohir.

( at the end of the trail... mix? )

Woah! *looks around* You know? I can barely remember what... where am I? *tilts his head* Oh. Fuck. Being in Gondolin wasn't a dream.

I suppose I should actually LOOK for Elrohir, then. Because I think this means he's been missing for a really long time. Aaaarrrrweeeeeennnn~? I'm going. Wherever you are.

....umn, Arwen? Do you know where Elrohir is? I think I might have lost him ( Read more... )

Elrohir: ...*tries [to trash a Christmas tree]*
Elrohir: *failed to note that the his tree was still in the ground* X.x
Elladan: *raises an eyebrow* I don't know him
Elrohir: Staaaaaaars
Elladan: *walks over to look down on his brother* Did you break anything?
Elrohir: My spleeeen?
Elladan: You don't need that, anyway
Elrohir: I like my spleeeeeen ( Read more... )

What the fuck? No seriously! What. The. Fuck.

I can't find my jeans, the ones that came here with me. Last time I saw them... was about a week ago. Before I went to the fountains. Anyone seen them?

I'd really like them back. I think I left my wallet in the pocket.

The good news is that I haven't drowned in the margarita fountain yet.

And the bad news? Is that I haven't drowned in the margarita fountain yet.

I have managed to spend most of the week in a drunken stupour, though. So that's a plus. I hope you're all happy that I decided to stay sobre today. Soley because I'm too tired and sore to get out of ( Read more... )