I am failing at writing and I'm exhausted, so I'm going to bed. (Had plans to go to the cheap theater today, but the show was an hour later than we thought, and so plans were canceled. Maybe next Tuesday I'll go watch a movie for fifty cents.)
Have a meme.
Dear readers,
I have suffered complete identity-loss amnesia. Please fill in the blanks. Tell me who I am! I trust you, my friends, to tell me only the truth and to steer me in the right direction.
I'll figure out some sort of prize for the one which entertains me the most.
Have a meme.
Dear readers,
I have suffered complete identity-loss amnesia. Please fill in the blanks. Tell me who I am! I trust you, my friends, to tell me only the truth and to steer me in the right direction.
I'll figure out some sort of prize for the one which entertains me the most.
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Date: 2009-03-25 05:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-28 11:52 am (UTC)By day, at least.
By night, Nigel returns to his usual form – a small cushion. The four kids are the horsemen of the apocalypse, who you have enchanted to... well, if not behave, at least pay attention to what you want to do. You have a motorbike which only has two speeds: “Dude, you’re going to get pulled over” and “Fuck me, that was fast!”. You use this to get around town to kick ass, take names, and sometimes stop for a quick cocktail with your redheaded sometimes-sidekick.
I could tell you more, but it’s classified, and while not above your pay grade, it might be above some of those on your f’list.
Burn after reading.
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Date: 2009-03-28 12:18 pm (UTC)xxx