I wonder, if I shouted into my Livejournal, if it would just echo for a while.

So...to kind of blow the dust off this thing for a moment:

1. I'm at college now.

2. Who wants a Christmas story, aye? ( reno.spiegel[at]gmail[dot]com. )

Take care, folks.

Listen:

I don't use this thing as much as I'd like to anymore. And that is very much my fault.

But I do use Facebook more than is healthy for me, so if there are any of you cats that'd still like to keep in touch, fire me an email or leave your real names here or ask me for mine or something, nyao? It'll be great.

Let me explain where I am ( Read more... )

Huh.

So.

I posted a new fic. Review, perhaps, ifn's you'd like?

Um. . .

Yus. Hello.

Hah. And just when you thought it was over. . .oh, no, he won't do it again this year, he's too busy. . .he never writes fanfiction anymore. . .Reno Spiegel has a Livejournal? For real?

Damn straight, which means it's time for:

RENO'S SACK OF GIFTS, YEAR FIVE.Five years? You bet your ass, as hard to believe as it is. I apologize for putting ( Read more... )

Hello, you lot ( Read more... )

A letter to Ticketmaster:Dear Ticketmaster ( Read more... )

So I used my weekend to write slam poetry, be with a couple of my best friends in the world, and spend a good deal of time with Melissa ( the girl I had Valentine's Day plans with ( Read more... )

Alright, Sabe. Here's what I've got ( admittedly, I wrote four-thousand words between this morning's hours of four-thirty and seven, which explains why I'm real effin' tired ( Read more... )