Xmas cards....

I haven't put my address down for those of you who are far away because it's expensive to send a card overseas. i'm always turning down something that would make me happy because I don't want other folks spending money on me. But it was explained to me in a very clear way. "idiot--the other person gets pleasure from giving so shut up and let them give."
So, don't mind me if I drop my address your way. Even unasked. Because I'm an Attention Hoor. But you knew that about me already.

Erf....

...I'm tired. I'm really tired. I wish I could take a little vacation. Just a short little vacation, with lots of sleeping. Just sleeping. I'm trying to work up the nerve to start posting my other story. I hate this part. Checking and checking and posting and then--eyeball stab--how did I miss that??!!

How come I don't have any friends my age? How is that possible? Wait, wait--I have one RL friend my age, plus my cousin...but they both kind of treat me like a fun performing bear, lots of laughs, mind the teeth. Well, sort of. I guess I'm the crazy eccentric one in the family. Maybe that's not all bad.
Maybe I just have weird thoughts. I was thinking the other day, it'd be a shame to bury these lovely tattoos once I shuffle off this mortal coil--but Mr. Roxy assured me the children would not like a piece of tanned mother to cherish forever.

What? You know I'm PMSing.

How did I get like this? how did I get so weird? ...oh, hold up, let me take my meds... where was I--oh yah. Weird!

Okay, posting soon! *crosses fingers*
Love you!

*cracks knuckles, takes deep breath*

Title: Brothers and Heroes
Rating: 1
Pairing: none really, at the moment
A/N: look, it’s all nice and neat and informative!


( brand spankin’ new…fic! )

please help this humble techno-boob

Is there a way to remove memories without doing it entry by entry? Thank you.