|Friday, November 19th, 2004|
*flops onto couch
avoiding random hungover-from-last-night elves
*wonders who wanted his password*
*bored some more*
|Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004|
*shoves the furniture against the wall*
*ties bells to his ankles and wrists*
*grabs a couple of handkerchieves*
*pokes resident CD player until it does something that makes noise*
*looks pleased with himself*
*struts to the center of the room and practices Morris dancing moves, which sort of looks like the Richard Simmons version of Riverdance* Current Mood: bouncy
|Monday, October 25th, 2004|
|Sunday, October 3rd, 2004|
*has abruptly gone back to being Elfling Haldir and climbs up onto the couch to take a nap* *is cute* *doesn't have the icon but you'd better believe teh kyuteness*
|Tuesday, June 1st, 2004|
|Monday, May 10th, 2004|
Anyone for Opera kareoke?
99 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL, 99 BOTTLES OF BEEEEER! TAKE ONE DOWN, DRINK 'TIL YOU DROWN, 98 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL!!!!
My version involves a lot more drinking and usually you don't finish because you can't stand up or communicate in complete sentences long enough. :D
Come on, somebody keep me company. *ghosts up and down the apartment halls kicking doors*
I'M BORED. Current Mood: bored
|Saturday, April 10th, 2004|
Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh... Current Mood: LOOK NEW CANON ICONS!!!
|Friday, February 13th, 2004|
Lovely. Just darling.
Well, one of my pups has locked himself in the bathroom and won't come out. I'll let you guess which one. e.e I only mention it because I know some of YOU have elves that might very well detonate if they can't moisturize every hour on
the hour. Current Mood: not too surprised, really
|Thursday, January 22nd, 2004|
|Friday, January 2nd, 2004|
Come out, come out, wherever you aaaare...
*makes tea and coffee*
YO! Party, anyone?
*breaks out the chips and dip*
Puppets invited, too. Current Mood: hopeful
|Tuesday, October 14th, 2003|
|Sunday, July 20th, 2003|
While we're at it...
I am not going to snog or be snogged by Gorlim!!!
I will only ever engage in sexual relations with Nadiyah, and that's only after
we are married.
Then I will gladly help her make lots and lots of babies. As many babies as she wants. All the time. Because I have been sexually repressed for years.
Thank you kindly. Current Mood: argh!
*kicks closet door* As long as I'm stuck in here...
Let me make this very, very
clear.I AM NOT GOING TO SNOG HALBARAD.
Anybody else, however, is an entirely different story.
I SAID NOTHING. *twitch*
Also, how come nobody every quotes my songs on the Mandos release form? Does nobody have a single ounce of musical appreciation?!?!
As soon as I've got my body back, I am going to climb to the top of that damn tower and sing.
AND YOU'LL HEAR IT, TOO.*kicks closet door*
Come on, lemme out. I wanna go home. ;_; Current Mood: conflicted
|Thursday, July 17th, 2003|
|Tuesday, June 3rd, 2003|
Right. All you puppets who want to admit belonging to a mun who lives here (you don't have to admit which one) please coment below to get added to our roster. :) Current Mood: busy
|Wednesday, May 7th, 2003|
So, then... I think our lease is up?
Um.... *glances around apartment nervously*
I think maybe my mun and me should probably let someone else take our space? Not that we don't love it here and all... but you know....?
Although, I do admit I'd still love to be able to climb on the roof, on occasion, if you don't mind. *ggg*
((sokay to kick us out and give the rooms to other muns, seems like something I should mention! *hugs everyone*))
|Thursday, April 24th, 2003|
I feel left out. I think I need to get pregnant. Current Mood: naughty
|Monday, April 21st, 2003|
|Thursday, April 17th, 2003|
<- Icon Is Quite Fitting, I'd Laugh If I Could.
*Having just jumped from a window in search of Eomer... limping around what appears to be the grounds behind the Steward's Quarters, cursing myself and actually seeking out a known psycopathic puppet. Damn. I did pay my medical insurance before I left, didn't I?*
Eomer! Hey, puppet! Unarmed mun here! Only 5'3", pretty wimpy upper arm strength, I probably couldn't even wield a stick if I found one on the ground... *looks around quickly, not a stick in sight*
Eomer? Come yell at me, please? Scream and curse and hit and bruise and forgive me, please?
((can't lock this in a community journal to Eomer only... so it's open to view. If there's a better way, and IF Eomer is bloodthirsty enough to have at me, lemme know? Otherwise, have at it.)) Current Mood: Terrified
|Wednesday, April 16th, 2003|