If you have any concerns about how I play Amelia, go ahead and tell me~! No flaming, please.

[One doesn't see her calming herself before speaking. Sure, she's eaten, but it doesn't mean she instantly feels better. Either way, she's going to sound as spirited as she can. She doesn't want to appear disheartened, ever.]

We were certainly jimmyjacked for a while there, but they couldn't bleed us. Let's do our best not to make any brodies in the ( Read more... )

[For those in her household, one might notice that Amelia has taken to sleeping on the couch. She's not actually married to her husband, and now that someone has taken the drone's place, she finally feels like she can sleep on her own. She's still clothed when she sleeps, but because of the hunger, she's also not getting off the couch or doing much ( Read more... )

What a brodie...

I didn't even open the Christmas gifts. Thanks...for the warning, everyone.

Ugh. Just throwing them out was worse than flying through a thunderstorm with your instruments malfunctioning. Zuko, I hope you don't mind not getting a gift like that.

I apologize for bumping my gums, but I'm pretty sure that it isn't supposed to snow in July. Unless you fly to remote parts of the world, like I have, where it snows year-round. So, pips, feel like explaining this place a bit more? This may be in America, but I'm as lost as Jackie without an atlas.

Also, children...whichever of mine I have...I'd ( Read more... )

I hate to be a curve, but I certainly don't remember having children. Or getting married. I'm no gumshoe, but I'm pretty sure nothing in these photos ever happened. Even if I am quite the looker in all of them. Mr. Daley? Is this some sort of joke? Do you have the tablet somewhere around here? Guess I have to stretch my wings...after looking around ( Read more... )