Nineteen-Eighty

Had a fantastic weekend with a lot of delicious friends- Mr. Smoked Sausage, Mr. Barbeque Chicken, and their rather chilly friend, Ms. Pasta Salad (nee Primavera). I got into an argument and chewed off their heads; we will not being seeing any more of those characters here, I assure you. At least not until I forgive them, around 4 July.





New suitcases and maybe a new mustache, and Sirius put down the bonsai tree.

( Nineteen-Eighty, pt.2 )

Things Not of Interest to Anyone But Myself

Mr. O. Crushed and I have set the date- May 26th of next year. Which means it's eleven months away ! I am all aflutter, which to everyone else just looks like a charley horse.

In other news, OMGWTFBBQGETTINGMARRIED !!!!!

Ahem.