I admit, I'm curious.

1. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me.

2. Go to Google Images and search for that word.

3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results (don't tell me the word).

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4. Put this in your own journal so ( Read more... )

Madoc seems to have shanghaied the spoon that rested in the batter. Foolish on my part to leave it unattended. Centuries leave a Norseman and his terms of ownership unchanged, it seems. It's amusing how simplistic, yet delicious, sprinkles in vanilla cake batter are. Funfetti, though not smooth on the tongue, nor quite harsh on the ear, is an ( Read more... )

Never in my life has such...That wretched beast of a deity. My pantheon saw fit to kidnap me from my home some weeks prior. It was not a pleasant affair. My arms ache and I'm rather bruised, all because Thor sees fit to abuse contracts. Mjolnir is not a light weapon and I am hardly suitable for lugging the useless lump around. Hate is too strong a ( Read more... )

Rebecca's sense of humor is greatly deviated. I'm going to smell of apples for a week, one fears. Revenge was had, but whipped cream in the eye hardly seemed to daunt her in the slightest. There is the suspicion she's deliberately using up the hot water, and apple smoothie is drying in my hair. Madoc seems to think it makes me edible. Wunderbar ( Read more... )

I'm uncertain how to recall brash words, Set, but as soon as I find a way, I shall.

[Locked; Very Hackable]

The waters hardly soothe here, but I retrieved a girl's dog from indulging in late night swim. Kindness repaid in coffee and I'm uncertain why but it seems a ritual. She's nothing terribly bright, and there's no great fondness, but she's quiet ( Read more... )

Of all the foolishness...

It was just a string of words. Useless. Trivial. Damnation. It shouldn't bother me, it's not as though he carries Svirre's visage, nor his mind, nor his spirit. Just words that strike a similar chord, not even the same words. 'Tis a different tongue.

Odin's eye. How am I to remain still now? I'm...I don't know...

HQ seems quite intact, despite the "loving" touches Loki seems to have made. His phone number has been sprayed upon the ceiling over my bed. There also appears to be tampering with my tea, so it shall be promptly disposed off. Pleasant as the stay with Set was, I'm rather glad to once more roam my own hallways.

And I missed the view. Never thought ( Read more... )

 I suspect he won't try that again. My dearest little Kvasir tried to throw me in the ocean, now who would put such an idea in the boy's head? Whoever did it can fish him out of the ocean, I'd rather my property not drown and such. Maybe he'll finally learn to swim. Hm, he may owe me something for this then.

What the fuck is this anyway? A journal ( Read more... )

I seem to have acquired a feline. I was uncertain of its origins, which spoke volumes more than I would like. The reasons for him to retain such a form remain a mystery to myself, but as of yet he's refused pleas to leave and return to his mortal guise. At least his mercurial moods are tempered by the small form, though the scratches testify to how ( Read more... )

NAME: Kvasir,  "Kassy" or Kasey Glaezend according to the state of Hawaii.

BIOGRAPHY: Made out of spit, tried to make people smarter, was killed for it, turned into mead and moved on. Pretty much been a thorn in people's side since.

AGE: According to his driver's license, he's twenty-three. He's one of the youngest Norse gods, let's leave it at that ( Read more... )