Nom nom nom.

I am the luckiest little bean ever.

Liz (bless her) got the most delicious coffee creamer in the world.

Imagine this, kids: English Toffee.

Done.

Can has teh kitten?

No.

No, I can not.

What I can have are a snake and a tarantula.

Heh. You read correctly, Aaron.

We can has a tarantula in the living room. Drop by and see it some time.

They're special buddies.

It's actually a little creepy how well they get along. I'm convinced that some day they're going to tear one another limb from...erm...entrail, and I'm pretty sure Luca (tarantula) is going to win. I wanted to name him Aragog, but no one appreciates the nerdy names.

Well, bah humbug to you, too!

Speakinawhich, A Christmas Carol is out.

Go do it. The skinning looks so legit.

Nao!

I would post pics, if I had any, but as everyone knows, I'm a huge picture phail, and never take them.

BUT!

I shall have you lot know that I'm in San Marcos, recovered from a bout with the flu, getting re-addicted to gaming (thanks Aaron, you twit), and generally kicking ass and taking names.

NOT!

Well, everything but the latter.

I need a godsdamned job.

Pineapple is a fruit, not a name.

So...I've been swearing up and down that I'd do it, and whinging because Josh went out of town just before I left Houston, but there's a lovely bloke at Shaman Modifications by the name of Pineapple who did me a second dermal anchor.

If you want a piercing, he's the man to go to.

I still think his name is ridiculous.

Three weeks of healing time, and I'll be good to go for another spike. Hurrah!