Wednesday, July 20, 2011


I am the queen of the thrift shop and cold-blooded slayer of mangoes.  So there. Not cute.

Tell me what I want to say
Save me for another day
Break me, it's the game you play
Hate me as I turn away

Waiting for a reply from someone on something... Coping as best I can at the moment, and wishing the best for those who don't know me but are to be wed.

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  1. ... Elisa, what crack are you on?

    I might want some.

  2. Mmmmn. Mangoes. Mexican food night it is! To tacos and salsa!

  3. "He's outside the window now, just watching. Need to finish packing. Now. I need to leave soon, but if the RTS crew doesn't reply soon, I don't even know what I'm going to do there. Marie's going to have to stay here, unless I want to be hunted for kidnapping as well as by things that go bump in the night. Ugh... Besides which, she's getting sickish. Which is definitely not a good sign."

    Ahh, the wonders of knowing the key to your Vignere bullshit. This is much more informative than reading you blather on about mangoes.