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Final count...sites, a million; stuffed animals, a million and one.
But now the purple bunnies have a nice home to live where they won't get lost in the clutter. http://www.queencheetah.com/Valinor
In other news...let's check the last journal entry. Ah, yes. The matrix. Didn't see it that night. The theatre was completely sold out. Had to wait until Tuesday of the, obviously, following week. Instead, went home and...slept. After bitching and moaning about the vast oversight of not putting the movie on a few more screens.
So, Maggie's moving to Kentucky. And now, she's got mom & dad's old mini-van. We need to find her some sheets and stuff, and a phone. She's just about set to go. I hope she's reading this, because I mean to try to steal back my green shirt. She knows which one.
Okay, actually, don't care that much...looks better on her anyhow. And it was the one I wore the night I lost the election, so the memory connected to it isn't the best one. It'll still be fun trying to swipe it back. Although, I'd rather try to steal back my pink sweater from Monty...yeah, that's it...
Mags, if you're reading this, go swipe my sweater back from Monty, and you can keep the green shirt. Long as I can borrow it sometimes. 'Kay, that's enough on that.
Alrighty, I have a roast beef sub waiting for me, and I'm going to go plot a story I don't have time to write but will manage to find time at some point just because. That is all.
-Zhie
But now the purple bunnies have a nice home to live where they won't get lost in the clutter. http://www.queencheetah.com/Valinor
In other news...let's check the last journal entry. Ah, yes. The matrix. Didn't see it that night. The theatre was completely sold out. Had to wait until Tuesday of the, obviously, following week. Instead, went home and...slept. After bitching and moaning about the vast oversight of not putting the movie on a few more screens.
So, Maggie's moving to Kentucky. And now, she's got mom & dad's old mini-van. We need to find her some sheets and stuff, and a phone. She's just about set to go. I hope she's reading this, because I mean to try to steal back my green shirt. She knows which one.
Okay, actually, don't care that much...looks better on her anyhow. And it was the one I wore the night I lost the election, so the memory connected to it isn't the best one. It'll still be fun trying to swipe it back. Although, I'd rather try to steal back my pink sweater from Monty...yeah, that's it...
Mags, if you're reading this, go swipe my sweater back from Monty, and you can keep the green shirt. Long as I can borrow it sometimes. 'Kay, that's enough on that.
Alrighty, I have a roast beef sub waiting for me, and I'm going to go plot a story I don't have time to write but will manage to find time at some point just because. That is all.
-Zhie
