Stupid Mouth.

:)

Oh, and.... Mouth's gone.

I suppose this doesn't really make a whole lot of difference to my life one way or another.

Of course, we'll have to find something new to disect reduce to a bloody pulp disfigure play with, but I suppose we can make due with hobbits until Ioreth clones him or something. Besides, he was mean to me when I came back ( Read more... )

SOMEONE bought me a paid account.

All right, confess. Come on. Please? It might make my mun stop that dancing thing. >.<

*attempts to track perpetrator*

*gets lost and ends up in the boiler room of the lab*

Dammit...

Hello? Is someone down here?

Has anyone seen my son?

Be nice to her, or she'll let me do twisted things to Halbarad.

She may let me do that anyway.

Hmmm.... I think I like her. Not a molecule of unfrazzled brain-matter in her head.

So... What's up at the lab?

Ioreth is flirting drunkenly with mister coffee table.

I find that alarmingly cute.

Ooh, Minas Tirith.

(I.. think. I tend to lose my sense of direction)

Awwww the poor half-elfie has been put to sleep.

*helps Celebrían drag unconscious Elrond II off semi-conscious Elrond I*

No more insulting my son.

1. My son does not practice sexual relations with squirrels.
2. I saw the Extended DVD yesterday. I WAS IN IT. Um. Sort of. My grave was there. My existence was acknowledged. Yeah.
3. Merry Christmas.
4. Where am I?

I have no idea where I am. Some ranger, eh? It's not my fault, though. There have been, what? Four apocalypses that sort of reconfigured the whole of Arda. So a lot of the old trails and signs are gone. Or covered in snow. That and I was a repressed woman who never really got out to learn her way around, damnit ( Read more... )

I left the lab this morning. Trotter cried when he said goodbye, but Ioreth and the others pretty much just ignored me ( Read more... )