Oh my goodness gracious...

[curunir]

I have not updated this blasted thing since the dawn of time.

Oh well. No one cares anyways...

All I have to say is that the Oscars are tomorrow night, and if my film doesn't win, there'll be Mordor to pay. And Mordor isn't cheap. So there's a warning to all of you stuffy voting persons out there. Hmpf.

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[poor_grima]

YOU!

You put me through hell, you bastard!

I miss you.

Oh dear Christ...

[curunir]

::scowls:: It's you. ::aggravted sigh:: Go on then. Go... go fetch me a soda, or something, if you feel like being useful... ::waves his hand impatiently, rolling his eyes::

Re: Oh dear Christ...

[poor_grima]

Hah.

I'm not your servant anymore, you white-haired git.

I'm my own man!

Free to do as I wish and drive the entire house of Eorl insane.

You could give me more of a reaction, you know. I killed you. I want anger, I want emotions.

I feel so bereft.

Re: Oh dear Christ...

[curunir]

You foolish little mortal. Like I'd ever give you the satisfaction of hearing my anger towards you. Hah!

I would say "Don't make me laugh", but alas, too late. HAH!

[of_lothlorien]

Our movie [ even though i wasn't even in it. - very bitter - ] Better win. If Russell Crowe wins an oscar, I am going to kill him. 'nough said.