This journal just experienced its one-year anniversary. Just popping in to say hello fuckers.

Everything that has a beginning has an end.

*wanders off into married bliss with Neo*

As stated in chat last night:

oh, those DEI.
*fucks Neo*

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Apparently I am acting captain of the Nebuchadnezzar. Score.

Please do not make me have to give any gratuitous, I'm-a-bitch-and-will-kick-your-ass speeches like the one I gave Neo that one time. I am about to get married. I don't want to deal with your shit ( Read more... )

I finally came out of the closet and told everyone my real name.

I'm not saying it again. Just remember, if any of you ever have children (and I shudder at the thought), naming them Goldberry Smith will more than likely fuck them up the ass without lube for the rest of their life.

oh, and Neo and I are back together again <3

I have been considering my options.

1. Run away with my brother and become a devotee of Onanism.

2. Make myself a construct (like Smith's rain one, only not rainy, since rain is bad for leather and such) and relocate there permanently

3. Pull a Cypher and ask an Agent to reinsert me into the Matrix. Only without killing anyone. Mmmm, steak. and ( Read more... )

Neo wrote me a song ( Read more... )

I'm single again, at least for the time being.

And before your sexual organs jump at the news, I'm celibate. I need guns time, quite a bit of it.

Much thanks to ze_merovingian for the several days of partying, and much thanks to mist3r_4nd3rs0n for the oculolinctus.

Neo, let's get married.

*looks around, fidgeting awkwardly, unused to being a girl dresses*

What do you think, Neo?


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