KAWAII!

We can has teh keggers!

Come on down to San Marcos, kids, we're gonna tear it up.

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!

The Child Thief

By Brom. Go do it. You know you want to.

all your headaches are belong to me

I am not well.

Not well

at all.

I blame Obama for my weather-change flu.

The end.