"Let Us Be Lovers; We'll Marry Our Fortunes Together..."

Soujin has turban material of goldeny goldenness. It is long. It is called 'Cloud Nine'. It rocks.

Also, she has golden sash material and tasselly tassels of goodness for boots and fringe. In short, she has everything. Now, she needs to put it together. --No, wait, she hasn't got the black hair dye, yet. But it shall come, my loves; it shall come.

Gained weight this week. Do not care. WW leader gave pep talk on how sometimes that happens, and I ought just increase my activity. I'm already doing 800 jumping jacks and 100 pushups a day, but evidentally this has no effect. Nyeh. I shall succeed, but not to-day.

I love Stoneybridge and my people! Even though I had bird duty to-day, and cleaned four cages. I hate birds. Oh, and I found out that ours died. Seven months ago. *headdesk* I am so oblivious. I am. I am pathetic. The canary has been dead for seven months, and I only noticed to-day.

Sadly, I had exactly the same reaction with the cat and all seven beta-fish. >_<

But I have goldeny goldenness, and Mrs. Dalloway is beautiful, and I love Anna, so all is well!

"Does She Just Run Away? Does She Risk It And Stay?"

Waen hating on my music again. Meh.

Les Miserables freewrite fiction. eponinenkind may be interested. :)

( The Beautiful )