Four days ago, I turned a year old. This means 1) I am old 2) my mun cares about me SO MUCH that she forgot my birthday 3) I don't know what else to say.
My daughter appears to be a...coccoon. o_O If I could throw a punch, I might use her as a punching bag to provide sufficient amounts subconcious trauma. But I cannot.
I've left Rivendell, because it smells like a mixture of funk and ass. I'm now in.....the Shire. *cue crappy slasher music* With hobbits. *cue dramatic swell in music
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Have taken over Rivendell. Don't know where Seven is. She got in a fight with a large man with lots of body hair about that little girl I killed a few days ago... And things sort of went downhill. Things are fine. The Couch is overrated.