Well, isn't this splendid. Fernald notified me of the little... Violet/Olaf... problem. But, in all actuality, I don't wish to refer to it as such a thing. I find a child to be a wonderful gift... even... if... the father is indeed Count Olaf. Please don't hit me ( Read more... )

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and all that jazz. Aye, I haven't really been in the mood to update for a while. You know what they always say: So much drama, so little time. Same crap, different day.

Aye.

I think I'm going to read or something. Yeah.

I feel like I was hit by a truck. But I'm getting better. The party was rather fun. Pity I don't remember much about it.

I wonder where my brother is.

Egg nog? Never again.

This Christmas is turning out to be the best ever. Aye, indeed. Fernald and I exchanged gifts. I gave him the hook-warmers I had knitted. The green ones. Green was always his favorite color, so... yeah. I'm so glad that he liked them ( Read more... )

Aye! Good news! It seems as if my beloved brother is back! Bad news... he has a bit of a caps lock problem. *sigh* Aye.

Just who does that woman think she is?! I've about had it with Squalor and her attitude!

It's rather amusing how high tension can rise when there's a shortage of roast beef on a submarine. As long as I don't get dragged into it (and people stop blaming my dear brother for being the cause), things'll work out to be just peachy! Aye!

I giggle now.

Horrible. Simply... horrible. Aye... horrible ( Read more... )

It's unusually chilly on the Carmelita tonight. I wish I had an extra blanket in my possession. Aye, what I would do for a thermal blanket or maybe even a portable heater ( Read more... )