Rawr, Steve...

I will eat you.

Alive.

Valérie !

Ma chérie.

Philanthropic Irelandphil.

Gracey!

MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARIETTE!

-sniffs; I miss yew.

Claaaaaaaaaaire! Where iz you?!

Jesus, Moses...

-rapes;

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!

-tackle-rapes;

And she pwns Lilly. Score is even 1:1. It's a tiiiiiieeee.

Actually, I was planning a six-day trip to London for the time around my birthday. What about you?

'tis fine.

How's yours?

That's so freaking sad!

Where are the geeks? Where are the random conversations? WHERE IS THE FRIDGE?! -breaks down crying-

I just want the trapdoor back! xD

Guilty little secret, bhaha xD

True dat, I really thought "WTF?!" when I couldn't find the chat link first. >.> Are you often there?

Why is the chat so lost and cold now?

And great to write to you randomly again, mate!

Thanks, my Graceness!

You hero!

Aye, merry Christmas to you, too and a happy New Year!

While you are sleeping, I shall tell yer that I am doing fine

Yesterday was a crazy day. Not sure if I return home in a WHILE. But I probably shall be on the internet rather often.

Here at Dad's - accomodations: - powerful internet;

- NO MSN, ICQ, Yahoo! OR illegal downloading programs;

- a tv;

- and same food every day;

Plus I am wearing same clothes for 2 days already, which makes me CRANKY!

Oh and: NO Christmas or NEW YEAR presents and NO money!

Why would I play in a girl band covering dad's songs, if I can jam with him on every weekend and play my songs ALONE during the week? Meh, fuck dat shit.

See? Another proof that I am his daughter: I am 5 f. 7 and my hair is all soft.

I had about the same hair colour as you, but dyed them bordeaux, but I still have red streaks.

My hair is as soft as Matt's, dad says I inherited that from him.

Nah, it was crap, yours?

Nope. Just boring myself to death. That's half term.