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I can revise. I told you it was Delany's fault.

No way. *g* As soon as I can figure out how to respond to Ree, I'll post my twopenn'orth.

I'm all better now. What did I miss?

LK likes yooooou. Oh wait... was that a good thing?

And if Pasht doesn't wanna move, I'll post more paranoid ramblings from the monk. Weft's gone brainfritzed. *g*

It's partly from seeing Suitov acting out of character, and partly from seeing Churn's wolf turn into a human, and partly that he always was a paranoid psycho.

Good kitties always have to be a little bit paranoid. If it's inherently in their character it saves them the energy of constantly trying to be alert.

The exception of course, being Piper, who probably wouldn't notice if a steam roller crossed his tail. Or maybe he would, but be too fat and stupid to get out of the way.

Right, am I up to pos or am I waiting for a reply? *checks it* Oh that's right, I'm still dreaming about Shirley Manson.

*waits for everyone to catch up* :P

Hey Mutt! Is it okay if Pasht tries to slap Weft? I expect his reflexes will let him escape, but he's earned a solid backhand (attempt), doncha think?

If she slaps him within about a second and a half of the end of my post, he will fail to dodge.

He definitely deserves it, and tell Pasht she may do so with my blessings.

I love it.

*Pasht curtsies, despite short skirt*

*gets decked by author*

Oh, you KNOW it's on now. *bweg*

Pasht want to reply first? Then I will. *eg*

He bit. Take that as you will.

Pennywise! You evil, wonderful Churn you.

It.... it!

I'm off to Finland for a while now. I may or may not be online while I'm there. I'm hoping to update my blog fairly regularly, but I'll try and pop in here too.

Moro poro! Moikka! Perkele! Karpassienni! Apologies for any spelling mistakes.

I found a gorgeous polkadot top in the SU Marketplace yesterday. It was low cut, backless, dotty and (shockingly enough) fitted AND looked good! Only one problem though... £15.

My bank account last week was £68. This week I have withdrawn £20 and paid bills of £65.

So the spotty top is still not mine

On a sightly different note, kiitos to all those who have commented on my blog... hiisi to the rest of you (gurgle gurgle).

I would, but that would require a misconfig passport.

The lactose metabolizing (is that a reasonable term for it?) story made me happy, though.

Yeah, me too. Nobody else around here would quite 'get' why I was giggling like a loon at it, but still. *g*

It ran out of steam at the end... but then it wasn't written to be any good. It just had to be done.

HAD to be...

Yule Ball! It's a masquerade ball, which means everyone is required to dress formally and wear a mask. Masks can be full-face ones or just token bits of fluff, concealing identities or not, depending on the character's tastes. There's a stack of spare ones for anyone who arrives without one.

Of course the ball is for whichever winter festival you care to celebrate, or just for fun or social climbing or whatever.