CLAIRE.
YOU ARE A SNEAKY SNEAK MCSNEAKERSON.
who LIES in emails.
somehow i think i forgive you.
I KNEW IT WAS YOU! I WAS NOT DECEIVED! (well maybe only a little bit because i am a TRUSTING FOOL who believes what her best friend tells her. will have to rethink that for future reference.)
:PPPPP
coming clean: for yuletide, i wrote located in Infinity (a small village just outside Bristol) (Museum Of Everything) for amaresu. i particularly enjoyed writing this one becase a) i could review the source material at work on my ipod, b) writing humor is FUN, and c) apparently i'm only good for humor anymore. that's ok. i've found my niche.
and as far as last night goes... eight drinks* not hungover. you may be pleased to find me pounding a sutter home on lissie's faceboat.
HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL MY WONDERFUL FRIENDS.
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. -Neil Gaiman
* beer (3), cider (1), vodka shots with pomegranate seeds in (2), airplane bottle of sutter home (1), champagne (1).
[edit: oh yes, and GO BADGERS]
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YOU ARE A SNEAKY SNEAK MCSNEAKERSON.
who LIES in emails.
somehow i think i forgive you.
I KNEW IT WAS YOU! I WAS NOT DECEIVED! (well maybe only a little bit because i am a TRUSTING FOOL who believes what her best friend tells her. will have to rethink that for future reference.)
:PPPPP
coming clean: for yuletide, i wrote located in Infinity (a small village just outside Bristol) (Museum Of Everything) for amaresu. i particularly enjoyed writing this one becase a) i could review the source material at work on my ipod, b) writing humor is FUN, and c) apparently i'm only good for humor anymore. that's ok. i've found my niche.
and as far as last night goes... eight drinks* not hungover. you may be pleased to find me pounding a sutter home on lissie's faceboat.
HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL MY WONDERFUL FRIENDS.
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. -Neil Gaiman
* beer (3), cider (1), vodka shots with pomegranate seeds in (2), airplane bottle of sutter home (1), champagne (1).
[edit: oh yes, and GO BADGERS]
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