Me and Glory have been trying to organize the show all night. In between fainting spells on my part and her going off to get more ice we have discovered two things: Groin is missing and we can't find at least one third of the guests ( Read more... )

The Sons of Feanor were banned to begin with. As was Feanor himself.

Negotiations began. First my mun defended me, then abandoned me to Maedhros. The fucker.

John: Don't make me protect my puppet
Freud: *whines*
Freud: :-(
John: Bergil is a fragile flower
Maedhros: *threatens to write "i love bergil" on his face in blood*
John: Bergil doesn't ( Read more... )

It has come to my attention that people can read strike-outs. This displeases me.

It has also come to my attention that we have some competition in the form of 'Dr. Uinen'.

This is war.

Must call up Glory and use this as a pretense to talk to her.

That was *NOT* a fast food place, she was *NOT* here for a first date, and my mother *LIED* to me ( Read more... )

The show. It all blew up. Screams. Fire. Ivriniel bleeding to death on the floor ( Read more... )

My father loves me, my mother is still missing, and the camera crew for the Bergil Halfelven show suffered a tragic 'Gaav related incident'. All I can get from survivors is they first taunted japanese cartoons and then accused him of being 'Twister's bitch ( Read more... )

Back from Mexico. Elves are lazy revengers. Have decided current lifestyle is safe ( Read more... )

Also, Elfhild is great in the sack.

Maglor is going to kill me. As is his scary little panda.

Shit.

Gloredhel! I'll be back later. Hold my calls, tell the CEO the show will be held up a bit I need to make a run for the Mexican border.

Bye.

Elfhild is an amazing woman. I have secured myself an offer to visit her later.

I am pleased. Very pleased.

I think when I go to visit her again, I will bring a...fruit basket.

*deep echoing sinister laugh*

Um.

Why the hell do I keep doing that? I wonder if she likes mangos...

Hi. Bergil Half-Elven here ( Read more... )