You have! And with excellent television recommendations, too. Finally saw the pilot of The Riches - damn, that was harsher than I expected. Very tasty, though we needed a little 30 Rock afterwards to cleanse the palate, lest it settle in our skulls and make us MEAN and drug-addicted.
I'm beginning to think I'm accusing others of my own lack of posting, heh.
personally, i am fully guilty. last week i had in fact gone -- to the uk, for work, on really #$%#%! short-notice, but i digress -- but before that, i had no excuse. but at least i was not on myspace!
I am on MySpace, but only incidentally. It is my secret shame. Stupid stupid MySpace.
Also, UK abduction wins over all! You are eagerly welcomed to our werewolf-besieged farmhouse, where your awesome canine-behavioural knowledge will alert us that we're GOING TO DIE A LOT ARRRRG.
Perhaps occupational-abduction to the UK is preferable.
My hotel was sadly lacking in werewolves. I would have been ready for them!
Also, it was crazy-posh. After a few days, I had to run away to the pub for a pint and some fish and chips and drunk people. Come to think of it, some of those drunk guys might have been werewolves. . .
Hm. Chip-eating werewolves seem decent, as long as you weren't there full-moon-wards. It's those Trader Vic's pina-colada-drinking werewolves that piss me off.
I TOTALLY understand the need for drunk people, heh.
i will admit it myspace sucked the soul outta me. Its ...its ....well its not all my fault. I have a page that is pretty and i change it lost and and music screams at people when they come onto it so they can see i'm a gansta. *scurries off*
No more posts (or friendship of any kind) until you pass a full hairy-knuckled inspection. And yes, all the cool kids are on MySpace. Work*Shop made me do it. They needed friends. That is to say, the kind that do not rip your throat out while sleeping...
You get no Kings for this infatuation with burly beasts of Baskerville... Only raspberries to you. Or stinky diapers, your choice.
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*hands you your werewolf fighting kit*
kits...
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If anything will draw me back here, it'll be your lovely new icon. Tape those knuckles!
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I'm beginning to think I'm accusing others of my own lack of posting, heh.
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Also, UK abduction wins over all! You are eagerly welcomed to our werewolf-besieged farmhouse, where your awesome canine-behavioural knowledge will alert us that we're GOING TO DIE A LOT ARRRRG.
Perhaps occupational-abduction to the UK is preferable.
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Also, it was crazy-posh. After a few days, I had to run away to the pub for a pint and some fish and chips and drunk people. Come to think of it, some of those drunk guys might have been werewolves. . .
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I TOTALLY understand the need for drunk people, heh.
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GANSTA!!
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No more posts (or friendship of any kind) until you pass a full hairy-knuckled inspection. And yes, all the cool kids are on MySpace. Work*Shop made me do it. They needed friends. That is to say, the kind that do not rip your throat out while sleeping...
You get no Kings for this infatuation with burly beasts of Baskerville... Only raspberries to you. Or stinky diapers, your choice.
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