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Nov. 13th, 2006 01:10 amI haven't hit my 20K mark I was supposed to by midnight. I didn't turn into a pumpkin, so that's a good thing.
Haldir's 'birthday' was on the 12th; I was a very bad LB list captain and neglected to throw a party, but naked bingo will happen as is his wish.
I have three shiny stuffed dragons, but one is shinier than the others.
None of them are named Frank.
None of them know anyone named Frank.
To be frank, I think the only Frank I know is the goat.
I purchased sheets today whose color is listed as 'misc. solid'. Traslation: too lazy to say 'taupe'
I found my seahorse pen. Only now do I realize it doesn't have the cute seahorsey tail, and never will.
As I was typing that, in my mind, the words 'seahorse m-preg' flashed. I shall giggle, and move on swiftly before the bunnies get wind of that.
Of course, a male elf with a pouch who likes the water...
I really have written more het than slash, but no one seems to believe me...
The only fish I have left that are named after Tolkien characters are Frodo and Sam, as Glorfindel II died over the weekend. Which is really weird, 'cause the hobbits aren't supposed to be immortal...
I made peanutbutter chocolate chip cake cookie things last night. Alright, I only tossed the pre-made pan into the oven, but I WAS the one who had to get up during SNL to pull them out and cut them.
Oreo (the cat) is intently watching the purple tank in the kitchen where Glorfindel II and his harem (variatus)lived until they died, but all that is moving are bubbles.
My 'Save Paris' banner is sitting on my desk, and needs to be put back up in a place of honor.
I'm not sure that Paris, either of them, really should be saved...
I apologize to those who like Paris, either of them, or both.
Yes, I am snickering right now.
My fridge has glow-in-the-dark letters on it. They currently spell the words 'Dioef', 'Mwzh', 'Wiecfv', and 'Supgi', which are all wonderful words to use in Scrabble or Boggle.
Some of the words above may not actually be words.
The way the magnets are set up on the fridge right now, it appears naked Erestor (yes, I have a magnet with a nude Erestor on it, what?) is leering naughtily at an owl head. Also, naked Findel looks totally uninterested in this month's custard menu.
The word 'Oqj' is also on the fridge.
There is an open bag of flour on the kitchen counter. If I had children under the age of ten, this would be an invitation for trouble.
There is a goofy looking pink flamingo staring at me right now (thanks, TICS! ^_^)
The Black Eyed Peas are still playing, despite the fact I set the headphones down almost an hour ago.
Oreo is now making Harley shiny and clean, whether he wants to be or not.
This concludes our broadcasting day.
Addition: I love this icon; I hate this elf. Okay, not the Tolkien version of him, just the one in my sandbox.
Haldir's 'birthday' was on the 12th; I was a very bad LB list captain and neglected to throw a party, but naked bingo will happen as is his wish.
I have three shiny stuffed dragons, but one is shinier than the others.
None of them are named Frank.
None of them know anyone named Frank.
To be frank, I think the only Frank I know is the goat.
I purchased sheets today whose color is listed as 'misc. solid'. Traslation: too lazy to say 'taupe'
I found my seahorse pen. Only now do I realize it doesn't have the cute seahorsey tail, and never will.
As I was typing that, in my mind, the words 'seahorse m-preg' flashed. I shall giggle, and move on swiftly before the bunnies get wind of that.
Of course, a male elf with a pouch who likes the water...
I really have written more het than slash, but no one seems to believe me...
The only fish I have left that are named after Tolkien characters are Frodo and Sam, as Glorfindel II died over the weekend. Which is really weird, 'cause the hobbits aren't supposed to be immortal...
I made peanutbutter chocolate chip cake cookie things last night. Alright, I only tossed the pre-made pan into the oven, but I WAS the one who had to get up during SNL to pull them out and cut them.
Oreo (the cat) is intently watching the purple tank in the kitchen where Glorfindel II and his harem (variatus)lived until they died, but all that is moving are bubbles.
My 'Save Paris' banner is sitting on my desk, and needs to be put back up in a place of honor.
I'm not sure that Paris, either of them, really should be saved...
I apologize to those who like Paris, either of them, or both.
Yes, I am snickering right now.
My fridge has glow-in-the-dark letters on it. They currently spell the words 'Dioef', 'Mwzh', 'Wiecfv', and 'Supgi', which are all wonderful words to use in Scrabble or Boggle.
Some of the words above may not actually be words.
The way the magnets are set up on the fridge right now, it appears naked Erestor (yes, I have a magnet with a nude Erestor on it, what?) is leering naughtily at an owl head. Also, naked Findel looks totally uninterested in this month's custard menu.
The word 'Oqj' is also on the fridge.
There is an open bag of flour on the kitchen counter. If I had children under the age of ten, this would be an invitation for trouble.
There is a goofy looking pink flamingo staring at me right now (thanks, TICS! ^_^)
The Black Eyed Peas are still playing, despite the fact I set the headphones down almost an hour ago.
Oreo is now making Harley shiny and clean, whether he wants to be or not.
This concludes our broadcasting day.
Addition: I love this icon; I hate this elf. Okay, not the Tolkien version of him, just the one in my sandbox.
