I am alive.

....that is all.

There's something in a burlap sack skipping around outside.

.......

Right. I'll just be in my basement. Away from the windows.

Loss of potential cheap labor seems imminent.

Well fuck. Um... *hides it*

The Piccalocreature has my hat. Fucker. Look, I'm posting, now GIVE IT BACK.

*picks up suspiciously heavy envelope.*

*opens*

...what the fuck?

I woke up a few days ago very cold and naked and very much on my floor. Not exactly unusual or anything, but it's the fact that I'm like... NOT A REINDEER ANYMORE that this has any sort of significance. I HAVE THUMBS NOW. LOOK!! *wiggles 'em ( Read more... )

*prances around happily*

So when I'm not aimlessly meandering about doing whatever it is I do when I'm so jacked up I can't think I now live in an apartment. I do not like being in such close quarters with that boogery thing. He kept pointing at my nose and howling in delight and other things someone really really stupid might do when confronted with a reindeer posessing a ( Read more... )

So recently I was set on fire and nearly drowned only to be saved at the last minute by some really big thing that I chased around a parade once.

!!

....*reminisces*

Um. Heh... *cough*

Could Lotho be next? I find myself missing that wiffle-weilding psycho for some odd reason.

... *reminisces*

...........

*bolts back to the Shire*

AH! I suppose I should give it back, then, hm? And I'm glad she enjoyed the smack.

*sits around apathetically*

I think I'll go back to the Shire before this whole pop band thing.. happens. Or something. Watch out, fools.