the thing is

[fahye]

I don't like the coast. I've never liked the coast. Everyone but me thinks beaches are the best places in the world. Bah humbug.

Translation: I'm off to the ANU campus at Kioloa for the weekend, which involving lugging a camp bag to my lectures tomorrow and probably hideous unhealthy things like SWIMMING and PLAYING IN THE SAND and SUNBURN.

*shudders daintily* Maybe I can claim my hairdresser won't let my hair come into contact with salt...

On the upside, free food!

Anyway, I think I'll bring my notebook and sit on the beach and plan my crazy meta Hamlet/Horatio and my cracktastic and equally meta X fic.

Ciao, lovelies, don't throw too many parties in my absence. And geez, Kelsey, try to hold off on the lesbian porn.

*wankity wank wank*

Comments

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

*cries, writes sad letters*

A box of boobless.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Anthy cries for him. In her own box.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

I think I will have to concede. Your icons are multitudes. :(

[fahye.livejournal.com]

*pwns*

They are. And yet I have no Manuel icons. This is sad.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

You must have Manuel now. :O

Also: Billy/Lucifer! More? eh? eh?

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Without Manuel? The nights, they are sleepless.

I know! Yes! Probably! Hopefully! *spins with happy*

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

Although with Manuel, the nights, they are also sleepless.

:O

Wheeen?

[fahye.livejournal.com]

But of course.

When Nny and I are coordinated again?

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

*sulks, demands immediate action, verdammt . . . probably cannot actually swear in German yet*

[miscellanny.livejournal.com]

Scheize?