Michelle's Journal

Bah. I *just* get started with an insane conversation with elismor - how many attendants the Doctor would have at his wedding and the fact that his Gallifrey buds are all dead - and she fakes a meeting. Hadn't even gotten to how many swans he'd demand, or if he'd actually change out of his suit (I'm edging up to wanting to burn that damn suit), or that the bachelor party would result in a near-world-ending disaster. Which is odd since, again, all his Galliyfrey buds are dead so he'd probably be partying solo. Ooh, he could go pick up K-9.

God, I'm bored. Right. Work. Yeah.

Ah, I see I've been challenged to a ship-off. Not exactly sure what that involves but I'm fully prepared to fling things. Teeth-rottingly cute things. Tell ya what. The first one will be a softball. *flings* ( Read more... )

Bring it, hyare!!

ETA: Careful. It's getting messy in here and I'm using DW pics through...hell, I'll probably end up using pics through The Idiot's Lantern so if you don't want to be spoiled, turn away.

Dear hyare,

Today I was visited by federal agents babbling something about accidental poisonings in the 1970s and "recreational" tea. It seemed pretty random and so I thought to myself, 'hey, I bet these guys would love to go to a sporting event with Hya!" After a brief ponder on why my brain said 'sporting event' instead of some actual sport, I gave them your name and address and sent them on their way with a quick pat on the butt. I would expect them around 3.

xoxoxoxox
MV

P.S. *smooooooooooooooooooooooooooch*

*squints at flist*

*aims Rocket Propelled Water Balloon Cannon*

*FIRES*

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!