Today's format stolen from Active_Apathy!

[sorcyress]

Dear self: I don't have room in my luggage¹ to pack pads². Seriously, could you have picked ANY OTHER TIME?³ Luv, Kat.

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In other news, I am an irresponsible fuck up⁴, and this is why we⁵ can't have nice things.⁶

~Sor
MOOP!

1: Actually, you can end the sentence right there. Yep. Fucking female-ness.
2: And tampons are icky. *shudders*
3: Especially with the convention, and the plane ride and the moving in, and you already KNOW I'm not going to be nice to you this weekend, come on.

4: I lost my drivers permit. I haven't even had it for a full week. Yes, I have looked in my pockets. And purse. And the car. And just about EVERY FRIGGING PLACE in this entire house. More ideas would be appreciated though.
5: We being 'me and the denizens'
6: Nice things being 'my drivers permit'

Comments

[leenah.livejournal.com]

sometimes i beg the fairies to return my stuff. it seems that sometimes my stuff just disappears.

it happened more often when i was younger. i suppose i'm now so 'in touch' with the forces of the universe that the fairies don't bother.

of course, saying that, the fairies are gonna kick my ASS.

my name is on my arisia id (same as lj). say hi if you see me?

[kdsorceress.livejournal.com]

I don't have fairies so much as gnomes. Seriously though, if I knew what to bribe them with, I would. As it is, I have done everything from search in truly rediculous places (This bunch of bananas! Ha!) to asking every single person who's IM'd me in the last 24 hours where it is, to taking my little lucky cat statue, tossing it in the air, and searching where the cat was pointing. Hell, I asked my actual cats but they were lazy and didn't show me.

In happier news, I totally will say hi if I see you. Sofar I have no clear concept of what I'll be doing, past "wandering around being enthusiastic"

~Sor

[macaroniandtuna.livejournal.com]

Is it in your wallet? Ya never know.

[kdsorceress.livejournal.com]

My wallet is in Boston, iirc. It was beginning to fall to pieces, so I took everything out of it and decided not to bring it with me.

I have checked the piles of things I brought with me, yes.

~Sor

[madbodger.livejournal.com]

Was hoping to see you when you were in town, but that didn't work out. Maybe I'll come visit you up there. I have goodies for you, too.

[kdsorceress.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm bummed I missed you.

You totally should visit me! It would be awesome.

Ooooo, goodies! I likes me some goodies, yep!

~Sor

[thorog.livejournal.com]

Does this mean I can't have the rocket-powered pony?

[kdsorceress.livejournal.com]

...Are you me or one of my denizens? Helpful hint: The denizens are people who have their own rooms in my mind --Alis, Gabe, Hyde (Bastard), Zaph, Bernard Black, Rosi, and Guil.

If you're very very lucky, maybe santa will get you a rocket-powered pony.

~Sor

[thorog.livejournal.com]

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

[kdsorceress.livejournal.com]

Very. Very. VERY lucky.

~Sor

[thorog.livejournal.com]

*is good and all to get on the rocket-powered pony list*

[kdsorceress.livejournal.com]

How good?

~Sor

[thorog.livejournal.com]

Damn good.

[kdsorceress.livejournal.com]

GASP!

YOU SAID A SWEAR! THAT'S REALLY REALLY BAD!!!! I'M TELLLLLLLLIN'!!

~Sor

[thorog.livejournal.com]

Eep!

Nuuuuuuuu!

[kdsorceress.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, but I don't think you were good enough this year to get a rocket powered pony. Maybe next year.

~Sor

[miriampenguin.livejournal.com]

... Have you checked the floor? That is classically where I've found things that aren't in their usual places. Either that, or on a random shelf where I've absentmindedly set something upon being distracted by something else.

[kdsorceress.livejournal.com]

It may have gotten shoved somewhere, but I've checked huge swatches of floor. Rar.

I don't think it's on a random shelf. I've looked.

Thanks anyways. *sigh*

~Sor

(Ignore me accidentally leaving comments while signed in as the voices in my head)

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

I suspect nargles.

[kdsorceress.livejournal.com]

Effing nargles!!

~Sor

[harena.livejournal.com]

Have you looked there? *points*


(this has worked in IRC before (found Wiggy's keys and another time, his wallet, i believe. it's also tracked down something of Kitten's as well, but i forget what (or if that is actually an accurate assessment), so thought i'd give a go here))(only it did not work with Rtizy over IM but i daresay she's a special case)

(also, i'd go off on a rant about Those Darn Female Things but i'm sure you've seen enough of that about mine on my elljay so i won't fill your comments with samesuch^*)

(also-also, be glad at least that you weren't raised by a mum who brainwashed you into believing you don't deserve nice things and perpetuates this subtly even when you are an adult)

(also-also-also, i think we should lock my neg vox in a room with your voices in your head & see who comes out alive >.>)


^*Will just fill 'em with other mindless blathering, instead... o O (blather. i love that word. Blather. blatherblatherblather)(okay, i'm done now. f'reals. >.>)

[kdsorceress.livejournal.com]

I had not! And that's where it was!!! Thank you!

Ooooo, I think having a fight between your neg vox and Gabriel would be *awesome*. He will almost certainly like you if he ever meets you, after all, and it's essentially his job.

...Are you pimping me out?

Yes!

I really don't know how to feel about that.

I know!

...Thanks, De. At any rate, lovely to meet you, Miss Atria. *bows over your hand in a gentlemanly sort of fashion*

~Sor
-Gabriel-

[harena.livejournal.com]

Yayayay! i was able to help! *poings*

*turns to Gabriel*

And phantasmagorical to meet you too, sir!

/me does a sweeping bow ('cause being a tomboy, i just don't do curtsies ... they make me break out in a rash ;) )

[quanta-tangzan.livejournal.com]

*hug*

[leiacat.livejournal.com]

G'luck with the permit thing. (If all else fails, though, it's annoying but not impossible to get a replacement copy.)

I'm right there with you on the femaleness thing. Damn annoying at times. And yes, icky. (I stock a few for emergencies when the need grows greater than the ick, but it took me years of inconvenience to get sufficiently desperate to contemplate the notion.)