No rest for the wicked

[caffey]

• I've been on vacation for three hours and thirty-eight minutes, and I haven't got around to relaxing yet. Then again, the apartment is bright and shiny now.


• My flist has made me aware of Majel Barrett Roddenberry's death. Is it just me or has this year seen a lot of prominent deaths? :/


• More cards have been posted. If you're lucky, they'll arrive tomorrow. Same goes for the US/UK cards, although I'm actually only hoping they'll arrive before Christmas. Anyone got theirs yet?

Comments

[caffey.livejournal.com]

Didn't we used to share a single brain cell or am I confusing you with someone else? 'Cause I just most definitely thought you were referring to me (and one half of our brain cell) being on vacation now. Maybe I've been smoking something. Inhaling, at the very least. O.o.

Oh, and thank God I didn't sign up for this year's Secret Santa. I would have killed me by now.

[sira01.livejournal.com]

I returned your half brain cell at some point. Although that means that I don't have one since the day I sent it back to you. How I can miss it now is beyond me. After all, something that I don't even own can't be on vacation. But thinking without any brain cell at all is problematic at the best of times.

Well, technically it isn't THAT Secret Santa but this is a very long story in and on itself. Let me go back to NOT writing porn. *lol*

[caffey.livejournal.com]

You're rambling. That must mean you're really starting to panic there. O.o.

[sira01.livejournal.com]

Yes, I am. I promised the story a very dear friend and I just can't continue. That sucks. *lol* Okay, I ended with: May I touch you. Let's work from there.

[caffey.livejournal.com]

Take a page out of Ria's book and porn your way through it. It can't be that difficult (says the woman who has been owning stories for years now *coughs*).