Comment here with your name [obviously if you're logged in, your username will show up and be just fine] and I'll tell you something I adore (or at least mildly like) about you. Afterwards, copy and paste this into your own journal.

Yes, yes, I know I haven't commented. You all know how I dislike feeling like I'm demanding attention. It makes my ( Read more... )

I am terribly, terribly tired. Therefore I am going to whine. Feel free to ignore me, or berate me for the lapse, or whatever it is that happens when I whine. I'm generally too drunk to remember it when I do ( Read more... )

Care for a chat? I have pie.

...All right. What the hell happened, and why are you all suddenly miserable? Jehan, do you need to talk? Joly? Courfeyrac?

*frets about friends*

Why is it that everywhere I go, I end up giving away all my handkerchiefs?

Not that I mind, and of course I'm not obliged to give them away, but it's always struck me as a bit odd. No matter how many I fold into my pockets, when I come home in the evening they've all been handed out.

One of those odd laws of the universe, no?