((I'm not going to be here tomorrow and Tuesday, so if you need to get anything out and have Noro respond to it, now's the time. Just figure she's around but out of sight for those two days unless she's needed otherwise.))

. . . Yeah. I'll be in my room eating even though I'm not hungry. Not for food, at any rate.

So I'm not having a baby yet cause everybody ELSE is having one due to circumstances completely within my control, but now nobody is visiting. God, I really hope I'm not *that* boring.

I'll do therapy! I'll do nails! I'll do girl-talk! But I won't do Melkor.

I may even get drunk and cuddle again so, dammit, here's your chance.

It appears that I am much in demand for hobbits and creepy crawly things. Oh, and a blue thing that doesn't speak English. And women.

. . . The hobbit bit scares me. WHERE ARE ALL THE HOBBIT WOMEN!

Impregnation of me is hereby delayed until further notice, kay?

Okay, I'm not saying you're actually going to *get* to do this, but . . . I'm interested in seeing what kind of a response I get.

Wanna impregnate me? Please leave your name and two reasons why you'd make a good father to a child of mine. Thanks!

From lingere shopping to this.

Okay, I said I wanted things to happen to me but NOT THIS. No offense. NEW!DADDY!

I bought this for practice. :D

I'm a princess! Well, I guess there's some paperwork that has to go through, but . . . . ::squee!!!!!::

. . . . Right, that's not very befitting of a soon-to-be princess. ::royal!squee:: :D

As much as I would like to give you all some great and witty insight into the clockwork that is my life, alas, I cannot. FOR NOTHING IS HAPPENING. Nothing at all.

I swear, if this goes on much longer I'm going to turn into Joan Rivers. And nobody wants that. I hope. God, please don't want that.

Okay, HTML and I are going to have a little talk later, and then I am going to accidentally trip it into a river and such.

I applied for Maia-ship, but you have to go find the link. I'll be . . . weeping in the corner, yes.

::muffled voice:: Please tell the sun to go away. Hangovers are no fun. :(