"Jonny had to pop out of this box without looking at a watch in exactly 17 mins and 20 seconds."

ScavHunt happened. There are photos to prove it.

ScavHunt begins tonight. If I call you some time in the next four days and ask you to do something completely ridiculous, this constitutes fair warning.

I sometimes feel bad, because I have had a habit of leaving everything behind when I move somewhere else. Friendships are maintained through the bare minimum of contact. Acquaintances come and go ( Read more... )

Today I discovered that when I agree to do something and give my assurances that it will get done, said assurances are apparently meaningless. I suppose I must be either generally incompetent or completely indifferent to the needs of others. My reputation, alas, is not what I had once hoped it would be.

Not six hours later ( Read more... )

"Hi Jonathan ( Read more... )

The trees outside my window are budding this morning.

Every living thing renews itself.

Auction items I am selling:

1. Illuminate document of your choice;

2. Crash your final;

3. Teach you language of your choice.

"Dear Jonathan ( Read more... )

I have often noted that I'm bad at complaining. I'm good at bitching. I don't mind whining for fun, or when it's not really relevant, or just to get on people's nerves. But I am terrible -- to the point of meekness -- at asserting true, legitimate complaints ( Read more... )