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well!

you'd think there had been a battle, after the grandiloquent speaches from Vig, uh?

but!

we finally charged out of the Adagio and i ran like the wind to the studios, armed with a bottle of silver nail polish to blind the enemy, and i started looking for the ugly robot that reportedly was sauntering off as ME >:0!!

...AND!

i turned around: no one was behind me! Billy and Dom had gone off somewhere and i was left alone!

so i wandered a while in the warehouse and eventually i found my way out of Fangorn again and into the computer lab, and i passed the time playing games and messing with CGI. it was FUN!!

until the_pr found me and stuffed me in a cab to take me to preparations for the red carpet shit, and stuff, and the panic began again.

i mean, it's lucky they found me *resents* cos look at this:



could this have passed for me in front of thousands of people? i don't THINK so!! fortunately for us all - my rep and the film's and all of it - my dear Billy had eliminated the evil other me. heheh, take that, bigature! so there.

then, the parade thingie. so wait, er... why did i wear a suit? why did no one remind me of the HEAT?

i thought i was going to DIE. and i had to get in a car with a total nutter who kept talking in weird voices and trying to convince me to follow the light! follow the light!

i was like 'dude.'

apparently he was preaching for Teh Gay or sommat, so to calm him down and convince him to leave me the fuck alone, i was forced to recount many a past sexual experience. which turned out fun-- there's a reason i am smiling big on those pictures! but not very wise, as it only increased the temperature of my (beautiful, smooth and sacred) body altogether.

in the end i think the madman got excited by the stories, i see no other explanation for the sudden gropage. maybe my idea really wasn't so good.

like, here, for example, you'd think i'm happy waving to the crowd,



...but really i'm sorta tense and hoping no one will spot the massive hard-on happening in my undies.

yes, i wore undies for the premiere, cos the suit was too scratchy not to. those jewels of mine like the delicate, light roughness of denim and linen, man, not the scratchy woolmixes. except lusciously sweet pashmina. but they wouldn't let me wear a pashmina suit, even when i cried and put on the cruelly-wounded-Frodo face! >:0!!

so i had to keep hiding behind people most of the time we spent out the car and hope it'd turn out all right, as you can see here.



Sean really saved me there! life's all about strategic placement, i tell ya, folks.

The elevator doors open smoothly and Dom and Elijah tumble out of it into the lobby, all over one another. The personnel is scarce, so many staffers have already been eliminated by various castmembers on the rampage...

The two receptionists and the concierge still manning the desk stay rooted to their spot for a few minutes, watching the boys tangle up and roll on the floor, losing various pieces of clothing and equipment as they go, a tea-tray, a sneaker, a packet of cloves...

Suddenly one of them comes to and runs to the backoffice with cries of 'My camera, where's my camera!? HWR will never forgive me if I don't get proof!', and soon the two others are also engaged in the search, it's necessary to immortalize the moment.

Winking to each other, our couple of stars jump to their feet, brush the dust of their shoulders and asses, retrieve their lost items... And run snickering to the kitchens, looking for a discreet (sic) exit.

And maybe a comfortable spot to finish what they've started, too.

Finally, after some time, they trip on the staffer Hugo left sprawled on the floor, find the doors and emerge, blinking, into the sunset-- only slightly late to the party battle.

so.

i was a bit annoyed when Dom upped and left (almost) in the middle of some verry interesting showercurtain-toga bible sex and DID NOT COME BACK >:o!!one!1!! to bring me my strenghtening ration of biscuits so we could have another go while i was wrapped in the stuff--

but i am used to his bizarritude now and quickly worked out that he must've ended up somewhere with Billy, because this kind of thing only happens when he's been missing Bills too much.

and i can certainly understand him. not that i ever tire of my Dommikins, of course not, that would be like, like.. like Elton John tiring of Barbs, or sommat-- but heh, we have been away from the others really long, and the little Scott is, after all, my bestfriend too (after Dommie!). and not, as you might suppose erroneously, for his, er, bagpipe.

as it were.

so, i got back into some normal clothing and wandered outside the room, hoping to a) find someone to have fun with while Dom caught up with Bill - i would love to participate but these two are too close and need privacy of their own (just not long enough that Billy starts on the sex without me is all i ask) - or b) join them at the bar or poolside or wherever, if they were having their reunion in a public place.

i happened to encounter The Head Git David, and even though i wished him a happy birthday (i am amazed i even remembered that little piece of clearly useless and bothersome information), he only insulted me, as per usual, thus proving once more how unfit he is for any kind of human contact.

some men can't be saved. even some who practice the gay. *heavy sigh*

this having spoiled my mood entirely, i then seeked out my sister in the hopes of annoying her to no end as a way of venting stress out and alleviating boredom catching up with this stellar young woman and be entertained by her ridiculously teenie and repetitive talk of pink sneakers and my boyfriends' boxers sparkly wit and conversation.

do you know what i found out? even the hotel staff had no clue where she is! she has vanished entirely! i searched the entire hotel, knocked on at least a third of the room doors (and sometimes got to glance, when folks opened their doors, at some very interesting things indeed...), and MY SISTER HAS DISAPPEARED!

i'm getting Orli right. he will help me, surely. i will not let this happen! i demand my sister back now or my mom will rip me to shreds, beloved oldest child and income bringer or not!!!

*saunters into the hotel bar, singing softly to himself on the melody of 'Blest Be the Dear Uniting Love'*

hmla

I need thee every hour
stay thou nearby
temptations lose their power
when thou art nigh

There is no if or maybe
no doubt about the deed
do it to me unto thy word, baby
thy love is all I need

lala

*spots Orlando looking dejectedly into his drink*

Orli!

*plunks down on the next stool happily, cuffs Orlando*

how ARE you dude? long time no see!

*gestures to the barman*

okay, so, we had our hearings today.

they dragged Dom and Billy and me along sheep-smelling damp corridors winding under the prison and then stuffed us into a weird looking van, all supposedly to avoid random fans messing with the schedule. that's also why we had a closed court for the hearings, our lawyer said, but if you ask me it's mostly 'cause they don't want us to spread the word that they have real sheep sitting on the advisors and prosecutors benches, man.

i mean, honestly! O.o!!1

so anyway.

first they did the whole thing about what Billy was held guitly of, and i was a witness there, since i'm supposedly the offended party, or victim, in the whole thing.

so i finally got the opportunity to tell those imbeciles in robes (not like, nice pretty dresses, aight? just ugly stuffy ROBES) that my dear Billy ain't guilty of any heinous crime and whatnot, didn't commit any 'manslaughter attempt with no deadly weapon' and all that.

i know that Billy's a great guy, you know? i mean, the other night when i was saying how much i missed my Dommikins Dominic and what i would do to him if i could, he was nodding with tears in his eyes on my behalf! so empathetic, my Billy, such a wonderful friend-- and those imbeciles want me to back up their stupid claim that he was trying to kill me?! preposterous, i said.

the man is playing Pippin, for chrissakes, he's noble at heart and fun at heart and young at heart and he's a HOBBIT-- have you ever heard of homicidal Hobbits? i mean, excepting the Sackville-Bagginses cunts, and even them. really. ask Peter.

plus he's hot, dude. no one's allowed to lock such Scottish hawtness up in gaol for years on end or whatever. makes no bleeding sense, that.

there's just too much love between us for him to ever attack me like they claimed. it's easy to see that he was just playing a prank, and if he took a real knife instead of a plastic prop it's only that he was a bit confused at the time. i had to remind this bunch of asses that my poor Bills has had his BAGPIPES STOLEN BY SOME UNKOWN DEVIL and that it's done his head in a bit. you'd think those lawyer types could do their homework, but his had completely forgotten to mention it >:0!!one!1!

so anyway, i still got it, and i convinced them pretty well. everybody in the courtroom was on my side by the end of it, and i think i heard Billy sniff a bit. aawww, my sweet Billy. :D

then it was our hearing and i was supposed to stay mum so i did, and i just let my gaze wander to Dommie and imagined all we could do once we'd get freed-- so then the lawyers talked for a while and now we're out! hooray!

gonna go have non-morse sex now. byeeeeeeeee!

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[Billy & Elijah's cell. Int. Day]

Billy is asleep on his cot, snoring cutely with a slight Scottish accent. He couldn't sleep until the wee hours of the morning because of the morse racket Elijah and Dom indulged in.

Lij is on all four in a corner of the cell, a pink sliver of tongue peeking out between his teeth as he puts the finishing touch to his entry of the day, written on the wall with a pinkie dipped into the bolognese sauce of lunchtime - he ate his spags, but Bill's portion has grown cold while Billy snored away, and that's what Lij has used today.

moody still Bill
bit AND punched me >:0!!
want my Dom :(((
morse sex boring now
Billy sex why not? he sez no.
still no smokes Hannah grr
XXXXXXXXX

Suddenly a scraping noise makes Elijah jump guiltily back - he swiftly replaces Bill's lunch next to the cot and goes to stand in the other corner, as far away from his graffiti as possible; his attempts to appear innocent as he whistles and looks towards the sky are ridiculously transparent.

The door opens slowly and a burly guard steps in to tell Lij in no uncertain terms that even though he's a whiny bastard geek who doesn't deserve a family, there appears to be a certain girl, claims she's his sistah, currently twirling waiting to see him in a visiting room.


[Various Prison Hallways. Int. Day]

Lij's delight at the idea he'll get to smoke really soon now is enough to sustain his good spirits as the guard brutally grips him by an arm to lead him through public-building-piss-colored hallways to his destination.

"Visit time is an hour, but as it's two of you she wanted to see, it'll be 30mn today. Behave, geek. One suggestive moan and it's your skinny ass alone with Trevor for the shower. Oh yeah, Trevor's better now, didn't you know?"

The guard shoves Elijah backwards into the room and slams the door in his face.


[Visiting room. Int. Day]

"two of us? O.o?"

Lij turns on his heels.

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gah! just, gah!

i thought this internet privilege whatever would be an opportunity to shag Dommie in another setting for a change, and, you know, like actually touch him instead of tap-tap-taaapping on the plumbing (though i agree with him, morsesex is very interesting, in a had-never-done-this-before-and.i'll-try-anything-once kinda way)-- but then it turned out those bastards chose to not have us 'free' time together on fucking purpose!

they said i was a nuisance, too noisy with the sex, and that maybe the best way to come down (!! >:0!!1) on a geek was to deprive him of computer access to take him down a peg.

really, man. heavy. >:0!

so, yeah, we're in fucking jail. all cause we wanted to help Billy out.
and YES OKAY I HAVE DROPPED THE SOAP ONCE AND IT WASN'T ON PURPOSE ALLRIGHT NOW CALM DOWN RIGHT AWAY NO FUNNY JOKES OR I BITE.

ahem. it was okay cause i am small and quick and slippery when soaped up. just ask Dom. ;-)

so yeah, now we're in separate cells and it sucks and parking ticket guy was the biggest bore like ever and it's hard to sleep without Dom at night.

but!! yesterday while Dom was on the net they moved me to the cell where Billy is, because big fat Trevor got something and was moved to the infirmary! O.o! i wonder what from, i suppose it was the badbad prisonmade stuff he drank and shit. man, the smell of that wafted right through to us even in the first containment cell, i can tell you, brought tears to our eyes.

anyway. so, now i'm better, snuggled with Bills and all.

except well, he's in a bit of a mood, and he doesn't really want to talk to me, seems like. i've tried to get him to play Tig and tictactoe and even sang Orli's Hobbit Song to him and imitated the bagpipes, and nothing worked.

i'm trying sex next, i don't see why he'd refuse that. he never did before, but you never know, he looked really unhappy last night when Dommie and i had the morse sex, so, i dunno. maybe his mood is like a.. depression?

ooo maybe we could try a sort of morse threesome thing with Dom! that would be fun! no one could say no to that, depressed or not, right? right?

HANNAH IF YOU WRECK ANY OF MY STUFF WHILE I'M AWAY I'M TELLING MOM AND SHIPPING YOUR FLAT-CHESTED TWIRLY-ASSED SELF TO HOMELAND OKAY?

and hurry up with the cigs, okay? also, try to find us a lawyer or something, i don't want to stay here too long, it stinks and i miss my Dommikins.

kay, i have to go now.

omg! the police was here! they've arrested Billy! Billy hasn't done anything! why oh why?

you're always doing all these things and you have all this... power and whatnot, so i'm gonna be clear on this, you need to FREE WILLY!!

i'm going down to the police station with Dom to tell them they're wrong. this will simply not do! >:0!

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i've been playing Knights of the Old Republic lots since i got the beta and now the real thing is finally out! and i've been playing that! and it's the best game ever! i'm on level four and i've built my lightsaber hilt! it's going to be two handed and when i have all the crystals and stuff it will be gold. I'M A JEDI! it's so great!

also... one of the runners from the set asked me if i had seen anyone suspicious today. i said no and explained to him about being a jedi taking up all my attention and everything. he told me that he found some candles on a doorstep and they weren't supposed to be there. i thought fast and said they were mine. i'm not sure he believed me but i just looked at him hopefully and he gave them to me anyway.

so Sblomie will be in for a surprise tonight!

i've been kind of sad since we had to quit doing some of our kinky stuff after all those things happened and i was chained up for a while which i haven't forgotten even though we've all tried to put it behind us. and Dommie very sweetly said that we didn't need kinkiness anyway because all i have to do is show up (and maybe sometimes bring out the white d-r-e-s-s.)

but i think he's going to really like these candles-- i already do. i've been testing them and the wax that drips off them is perfect. it's really hot for a second but it cools off soon and it only hurts a little and then it feels all sensitive and good. plus they're tapers so that has possibilities, maybe.

they're a pretty shade of purple, too! i mean... lobelia mauve. i mean... grape jell-o shots. ha! got it! i didn't even have to look at my card!

Dom, Dom, Dommmmmmmmiiiiiiie!!

*panting*

have you-- *tries to breathe* have, haaaa--

*Dom comes out of the room, puzzled - Elijah's raising a sort of placating hand, bent over double, breathless indicating he will explain soon.*

kay.

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS? >:0!!!1!!ONE

CRAYOLA IS GETTING RID OF BURNT SIENNA!1!! *burst in tears and tumbles into the room blindly*

*belatedly notices Cate passed out with her head on Billy's shoulder, her bleeding ankle and the care-kid plasters and bits strewn around.*

*snifs*

what happened? Bills, did you bite Cate? Is it rabies you have?

*bursts into tears again, clutching to Dom's shirt*

Bu-uh--uhrnnnntt-t-t-t Sie-eheh-ee-naaaaaaaaaah.

what do you think, Dommie, Cosmos Lemon and Hosta Leaf?

or blue?

i mean, i know i'm normally the one with the better, more enlightened fashion opinion in this household, but these days i'm really, really confused about all those different colorcharts..

*extracts little printed card of his pocket, one side with Dom's chart and the reverse with Martha/Orli's, and peers at it curiously once more, then frowns and pockets it back*

i dunno man. what you say? choose something that goes with my anorak, though, kay? i don't want to look too ridiculous, in the end. it's enough that someone seems to have stolen my corduroy jacket and i have to wear the unfortunate snowthing - don't want to make more of an ass of myself.

oh, in case you were wondering - i talked to Mom and the dogs are well, as well as Quickbeam. have you seen Hannah around? Mom was asking for her and i couldn't say where she was. >.

i now declare open...

pr_goon

i have been awaken by a phonecall at 4am because someone wanted to point out to me that it's winter in NZ and therefore the sun can't have melted my sister's honor. it was a mild JOKE, okay? a METAPHOR, like.

i sludge through the weather every other day on my way to Feet and the rest of the time on some damn the_pr assigned fucking useless so-called assignment, shaking hands under the rain and stuff, you think I DON'T KNOW THAT IT'S WINTER? >:0!!!


you utter GIT.

so. i was all >:0!! for a while.

let me explain.

i have been made aware - in a very nasty way *pointedly eyes the package with littlesistah's bra and panties that Billy sent* - of the sad fact that my annoying and dim pure and sweet little sister's honor has melted like snow in the sun of NZ, and let me tell you, i have spent a few sleepless nights over it.

but! trouble's over, i have found the perfect solution.

( learn it here!Collapse )

there. all settled now.

*beams*

some news for those who can't keep up with my exhausting schedule: shooting, then interviews and fan meetings and interviews and fan meetings and autographs and the occasional strange and colorful savage ritual thingie rugby match and more interviews. then, more shooting.

so the other day i was supposed to have three or even four!! days to myself. what do you think happened? well, the_pr had this really good idea to have me sit down and sign 8000 glossies of myself for the fans. i said you're mad, it'll take days! my wrist will suffer! i need my wrist, soon Dom will be away in Australia!!

so i devised a really cunning plan. i went to this place and got myself a rubber stamp of my signature! then i wanted to hire someone to stamp the glossies for me, so i prepared some little print-outs to pin and glue to the lamposts in the neighborhood, yeah?

but then Sean found one and he came over and he was all "So you want someone to stamp pictures... of YOU... with YOUR stamp... that YOU touched... that has YOUR signature on it? ME ME ME ME ME!" and he even drooled a bit on my shirt. i thought, you know, i haven't always been very nice to Sean but if he wants to help so badly, i can't really turn him down, yeah? all the better for me, no need to pay some random schoolgirl or anything.

i had thought of asking the little whore the twirling pest Hannah, that would have been a real way for the little sucking parasite her to make herself useful, but seeing as she's easily distracted by cock by shiny things, and she turned my favorite tshirt pink and spilled coffee all over my copy of Harry Potter and No Hobbits Whatsoever, in the end it was better not to try.

anyway, so Sean went to the warehouse in my place to jerk off stamp away happily, and i went looking for Dom who wasn't supposed to be shooting. i was rubbing my hands in glee at the thought.

but then, as i was grabbing some coffee in town i ran into pr_goon, and he spotted right away that something was off >:0! so he grabbed me and manhandled me (not even in that way!) and took me to the warehouse and made me stamp all the pictures!! he made me personally stamp them all! >:0!!one!1

Orli, beware, that guy is mean.

*hmph*

lessee, what else.

oh. i have been having tea with Cate and she has become really weird, i must say. i wonder if it's maternity. first she's apparently the queen of that Elf Coalition thing; and when i arrived she was quick to try and hide what she had been doing: trying a tiara in front of her mirror. frankly, i expected better from Her Cuntliness.

then she made my starchart to tell me my future and she came up with unbelievable stuff like a kidnapping and shit like that - it sounded like the script for a bad videogame. i mean, really. i know we all live utterly unusual lives (and glamorous to boot, usually) but puh-leaze.

the good thing was that she proposed to teach me meditation to help me de-stress, and for some reason that can only be tried if we are both naked. i am not one to refuse nakedness, as you know. but i was running out of time and the twirling pest Hannah was coming back from her walk with wot'zisname Cate's son, so we made an appointment for later in the week. i am impatient to see what kind of exercise for the soul Cate knows that Dom and Viggo don't.

i would almost suspect her of trying to seduce me but i don't want to presume, because i am nice like that and i know not everybody is sex-obsessed as i am. Orli says so all the time, it must be true. plus, Cate is really beautiful (just as much as she's strange) and all, but i find i have to be in the mood to do women, you know? she had this big messenger bag on the couch and she served cupcakes with the tea, and for some reason that kinda killed it for me.

in any case, with the amount of time and shagging i am not spending with Dom, there is no way i'd be getting off with Cate. plus she's all over Billy, there's rumor of a certain tape... and i mean, open relationship and everything, sure, but Dom's got priority, you see. that is non-negotiable.

*sigh*

now in other, way more crucial news, there has been a SCANDAL IN THE HOUSE!! - but i am keeping it for another, soon-to-come v. v. important announcement.

watch this space, people.

so, i finished Harry Potter and the Goblet of the Phoenix. am v. sad.


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...and Orli has mounted an Elf Coalition! whatever will we do?!! *angsts*

Sam Sean is almost useless, always staying there staring at me into space with his jaw slack. Bills is being very weird, and Dom.. everybody (PJ and the_pr) manages it so that we don't see eachother, including my bitch of a sister!!

*sighs*

i need a blow-job.

if anyone wonders what's happening - tho most of you are kinda around so i don't see how they could, rilly, here's a little somethin' of my week.
my shitty, sucky week. >:0!!1

this week:
i really wish i'd taken the painting from Viggo with me, and shipped Quickbeam out here, because i need all the familiar helpful things around right now. littlesistah's not exactly helping, too pink. too twirly. too damn sisterish, OK?! about the bad time we're having so far... Dom says it all better, he's wonderful like that.

now though, there's one good thing. i have two days sans shoot, and... Orli says is better this time.

so yeah, i'll be reading, allright? and if i'm not, it's cause suddenly the_pr have ''allowed'' my boyfriend to be close enough for long enough that we can actually have sex. or cuddle. or even, gasp, talk.

and to think i was happy to be back in NZ! how can the world suck so much, man?!

now beware: if anyone spoils me, i kill. i have the loooong cord for the XBox with me, it's the perfect weapon to strangle obnoxious people.

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i think not_orli and littlesistah being around a lot is making me, like, so totally regress agewise.

i had so much fun this week though, with Oprah and Martha watching and all the related activities! it's almost sad to stop and go to work.

then i remember that work is NZ and Hobbits! and Peter! and i'm all excited again.

i hope Hannah will behave and not be too painful hanging about, man. she wants me to pay her >:0!1 for following Dom me halfway round the world when i didn't ask and try to steal him from me! O.o

man.

also i was sad that when i went back to that crazy board of people 'supporting' us and saw it was closed, but then Orli showed me they've set up another one, wheee! they look even more crazy than before. i think he's scarred for life. me, i still find it amusing. they do eat their own, yaknow.

and it's not like i've had time to care too much anyway, cos Dom right barged in to complain that i find him too SEXY and i had to convince him it was a good thing all over again. you don't see me complain about that, now do you? Dom can be so endearingly silly sometimes. i had lots of fun scrubbing words off him, just as much as i had to write them first, heh. *happysigh*

of course then my white dress was all rumpled and kinda dirty, which was a mess as i was about to pack it in. really, i wanted to wear it on the flight but Dom put his foot down and forbid me to. he used that lethal frown and deep voice combo he knows gives me shudders and i just.. had to cave in.

*sigh*

thank god we're flying now, i was tired of packing. why does packing always take so long? it's fortunate that the_pr has shipped game consoles over there, cause they definitely wouldn't have fit in my bag otherwise. i've taken the smallest carry-on possible, as i don't plan to dress up that much. but it's almost been a fight with Dom, who worries about that stupid petition.

me, as long as there's room for my muslin-tassle feather pillow, the plastic-window one and some condoms & lube, i'm fine. i wanted to take Viggo's o-- stupidcolor beautiful painting but that didn't work out. same for poor dear Quickbeam, who has to stay over at Mom's with the dogs. i was sad to say goodbye, but i know Mom'll take good care of all of them.

well, i guess that's it from the land of the free! those airport internet thingies are expensive, man. see you all in NZ! i can't wait to be there.

ooh and we'll get those plane blanket thingies! am gonna have a good time annoying Dom under those.

bye!

while some of us go blithely about commiting crimes against fashion, i've made myself useful.

maybe i'm not an angel, but i can play one on TV! kidding.

i've only been doing something nice for the children.

it was great!

i like being a useful member of society.

hope the_pr will be proud!

also, i'd like you folks to welcome my littlesistah Hannah, who decided to join us after breaking into my computer, grrrr. >:0!!1

go kick her ass for me welcome her, folks.

Dommie's slept enough to recover from his shopping spree by now. time to wake him up nicely.

!!!! my wings fells off.

Dom's too.

Orli's too.

Even Billy's, but those were not real so it's not the same. Billy's not an angel, how's that? pfft. i guess i'm not either, anyway, since the wings fell off. i was afraid i failed at my mission but then Dom showed me i could still spread the gay with him and even maybe Orli sometimes, so that was good.

and i have to say, even though sex with wings was niiiiiiice (and soft! wings are great for caresses! soft and also scratchy, at once. v.v. good. made me sneeze a bit though) i'm not sorry to be able to have sex with no wings again. I like lying on my back and letting people do all the work sometimes. *lazy smile*

i'll still miss the flying, though. i didn't even have time to properly try! Orli and Billy distracted me from it with singing and bagpipes and before that, Dom was all weird and mothery and stressed out. duuuude.

so Orli and i were watching Martha, and i realised there are not enough feathers from our wings to make the mattress i wanted. but!

Martha had a whole thing about muslin. so cool! so i now plan to make pillows with the feathers, but in muslin, so everybody can see the wonderful colors of our wings. Dom's gay cheerful multicolored ones mix so well with my grey ones, it'll be marvelous!

i need to go buy fabric now. and needles and supplies! or i could ask Mom for those. oooooh maybe some plastic transparent sheet thing! it'd be v. indie to make little white pillows with a tiny plastic window in them, so you can peer at the feathers that way too.

i hear Ikea does things like that, so it must be hip or sommat. but ha! their feathers have nothing on ours.

what do you think? Orli? anyone? Bueller?