Lothithil's DarkElf Journal

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Belongs to the ka-tet of 19.
I do not aim with my hand. I aim with my heart.
D'ya ken it?

♫♪Todashing we will goooo...
Ze monsters for to slaaaaaaay...
Through the Doors we sliiiip...
Firing from the hiiip...

Fighting the Crimson Kiiing
Hear the thinny siiing
What fun to take our Ka-tet abroad
And let the gunshots riiiiinngg!♪♫


WARNING! Do not store RDA icons inside of your tent.
Keep them up and out of Lothithil's reach.
If confronted by Lothithil, throw icons downwind and RUN.
Yeahsureyoubetcha!

THIS IS BOTH MAC-FRIENDLY AND CAT-FRIENDLY ZONE
Occasionally Lothithil's mind is taken over by RDA-induced zombieism and she is compelled to write unending streams of related fic while drinking an approximation of her weight in coffee. This is nothing to be worried about, however. This is NORMAL.
Yes, it is perfectly normal... just ignore the high-pitched *squees!* and walk carefully around the puddles of drool...


When I die, I want this carved on my tombstone:

Here lies Loth-- she loved her Mac
As well as Ernest, Michael, and Jack,
And Ray, and Bill, and psycho Brad
Don't matter if they're good or bad!
I love all the faces that he wears
But his own true face I find most dear!
♥RDA♥