You are small (Good thing, remember?) You may well be ill (Floored or not) You're not fat. Nor chubby. Not plump, not rotund, not overweight, not "Festively Restive". (It's in the contract, I have to tell you what I think, even when it's not asked for.)
I won't tell you where I shall be tomorrow, for fear of you swearing and kicking me, but rest assured, wherever it is, it shall be a pale imitation of the night it would have been, should you have been in attendance.
Ah, no, it entertained *you* I was small in stockinged feet, not me =P *laughs* festively restive! Ha! I think I bloody might be y'know. Let us put it this way, I am rounder of tummy than a corvid ought to be for her (or likely anyone else's' aesthetic pleasure {although mine is the one I'm really paying attention to here})...
Am I gonna be swearing and kicking you because I think you're being an idiot or (and my neurons see this as the more likely) because it's somewhere really shiny and I'm jealous?
(And in case you're wondering, I like you because you are unseelie fey and because you are quite unavoidably you to the hilt - which sounds not much, but very few people are.)
Well... Perhaps entertained is the wrong word. It made me pick you up and smile a lot, which I don't count as a bad penny in anyone's book. Though I don't think I can read Corvidic...
My mother tried to choke me with roast potatoes this year. I ate my own bodyweight in turkey, full half of it in ham. I am festively restive. I cannot imagine you halfway as stuffed.
...*hem*
White Mischief. Myself, with my nearest and dearest friends, in steampunk joyousness. After a rather swanky wander round Londinium.
I'm always wondering, dearest. Wandering, and wondering, and wondering some more. And yes, I meant it so.
Ah bollocks. Tsk. Don't want to kick you, but am jealous and sadlyfoxears I'm not around to play steampunk games too and say hello since you're actually in London. Ketch might be going. erm. not that that helps.
have a shiny time dear one try not to cause too much tr- ah, fekk it, cause any trouble you deem fit =) xx
You're sanguine about your limitations, you're always generous even if you have little, you will go after a story/character/plot with everything you have if you think you ought, and despite your brain being wired weird and me have fits of bloody melodrama left right and centre, you're a very un-stressful flatmate to have =) Oh, and you haven't yet sent me death threats over your jacket =P
It *ought to be* an imperial fuckton - it probably is in truth - but then I looked at 'fuckton' and just read 'fucked-on' or 'fuck-town' neither of which was quite what I had in mind...
I think I'd be a lot better with numbers if they'd taught mathemagic at school. That would have been shiny.
As for meme - with my somewhat limited knowledge of the subject matter - I'll have to say you write shiny comments and have a gloriously wicked sense of humor. That and you're considering giving His High Holiness corporeal form =)
This is probably the same jacket I've been occasionally bitching about for ages - it's for Mike and I've been stupidly slow about it.
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You're artistic, talented, dye your hair shiny colours and refuse to take any shit from anybody (those last two are often underrated by society I find...)
Well, for a start in the past year you've typed up stories for me to read 'cos I asked, also you sent me vodka, smarties, pneumonia and a very crispy notebook - if those aren't reasons to like someone I'm not sure what are.
I enjoy your writing, the fact you have a fictional detective and his companion slumming it in your flat, that you've been to the Other London, and in general if you find something unspeakably cool there's a high chance I'll think it's interesting and shiny too.
The fictional detective is currently looking rather mournfully out of window as he fears it will be too foggy to see the fireworks. Hopefully the other one will turn up and distract him. :)
*is reminded of being in Kew in her garret room and hearing (sometimes seeing) the fireworks and pretending it was pirates on the river having a battle, and sitting on her window ledge with a purloined glass of something and talking nonsense and poetry to the moon.*
I hope the fog clears - if only to stop Holmes complaining if nothing else =P
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You may well be ill (Floored or not)
You're not fat. Nor chubby. Not plump, not rotund, not overweight, not "Festively Restive". (It's in the contract, I have to tell you what I think, even when it's not asked for.)
I won't tell you where I shall be tomorrow, for fear of you swearing and kicking me, but rest assured, wherever it is, it shall be a pale imitation of the night it would have been, should you have been in attendance.
Feel better, Nemain.
NENnie.
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*laughs* festively restive! Ha! I think I bloody might be y'know. Let us put it this way, I am rounder of tummy than a corvid ought to be for her (or likely anyone else's' aesthetic pleasure {although mine is the one I'm really paying attention to here})...
Am I gonna be swearing and kicking you because I think you're being an idiot or (and my neurons see this as the more likely) because it's somewhere really shiny and I'm jealous?
(And in case you're wondering, I like you because you are unseelie fey and because you are quite unavoidably you to the hilt - which sounds not much, but very few people are.)
nemain
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My mother tried to choke me with roast potatoes this year. I ate my own bodyweight in turkey, full half of it in ham. I am festively restive. I cannot imagine you halfway as stuffed.
...*hem*
White Mischief. Myself, with my nearest and dearest friends, in steampunk joyousness. After a rather swanky wander round Londinium.
I'm always wondering, dearest. Wandering, and wondering, and wondering some more. And yes, I meant it so.
*takes a bow*
AA,YK.
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Don't want to kick you, but am jealous and sadlyfoxears I'm not around to play steampunk games too and say hello since you're actually in London. Ketch might be going. erm. not that that helps.
have a shiny time dear one
try not to cause too much tr- ah, fekk it, cause any trouble you deem fit =)
xx
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Oh, and you haven't yet sent me death threats over your jacket =P
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I think I'd be a lot better with numbers if they'd taught mathemagic at school. That would have been shiny.
As for meme - with my somewhat limited knowledge of the subject matter - I'll have to say you write shiny comments and have a gloriously wicked sense of humor. That and you're considering giving His High Holiness corporeal form =)
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You're artistic, talented, dye your hair shiny colours and refuse to take any shit from anybody (those last two are often underrated by society I find...)
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I enjoy your writing, the fact you have a fictional detective and his companion slumming it in your flat, that you've been to the Other London, and in general if you find something unspeakably cool there's a high chance I'll think it's interesting and shiny too.
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I hope the fog clears - if only to stop Holmes complaining if nothing else =P
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