Anyone who's interested in a Christmas/whatever card from me should give me a shout in the near future. :3 They should also either give (or remind me of) their addresses.

_{I seriously need to start keeping a file of those bloody addresses.}

Every time I see that poem title, Nik Kershaw's song starts playing in my head. I really should update.

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Go sign up for Secret Santa 2011! You know you want to.
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Google "text on nails" and you'll find instructions. :)

Click!

Waaaait. It's 11th of November and I featured a poem about a soldier. I wasn't even consciously thinking about the date. Wut? <_< Strange little coinkydink.

Analysing Oedipus as a character. La de da.

Yet again I am faced with so much piled-up work, both online and in real life, that it almost gets hard to breathe around the anxiety. Come oooon. You can do it.

This has been the pointless "whining about my own self-sabotage" post of the day. I shall now proceed to calm the fuck down.

Angel statues have now gained a (semi-)permanent creepy status. Thanks so much, Doctor.

I dreamt I found a fox cub. It was all dirty and cold and starving and flea-infested, but I took it into a friend's house and procured some food. I had just decided that I should probably take it to a zoo or an animal shelter or something when my alarm rang, so I suppose I'll never find out what happened. Sounds like a boring dream, I know, but I was very fond of that cub and the dream stayed in my brain.

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To do over the weekend: Elftown stuff. Lots of it. I've been neglectful for way too long.

Also, an attempt shall be made to kick my butt into gear and start taking proper care of my ET responsibilities again. Sorry, folks. Real life keeps happening.

So. As of today, J and I are officially common-law spouses. Let's see how this goes.

Mail-sending friends, plz to note the change of address in my private info box. :3

"You so beautiful, like a teddybear sliding down a rainbow into a pot of honey, but when the teddy bear comes out of the honey it isn't stickey, because your so fucking sexy you make honey lose its stickyness."

Message on okCupid. Brilliant penmanship. Astonishing, really.

If you're intending to enter A Poet's Vision, now would be a good time to start working. You have about a week. :3

Important day for two rather different reasons. :)
For one, my first date with J was a year ago today. If we survive until Christmas, this will officially be my longest romantic relationship yet.
For another, the Dark Heresy campaign I've been part of for these last three years came to its end. Our last session ended about two hours ago. It's been a good run.

Right at the moment, everything is being read with a very, very British accent. Inside my head, that is. Think Ninth Doctor and you're pretty close. :P