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A couple more..
Written by: Whip Mistress of Ecstasy, Armelia Moonflair, the Dark Concubine
Date: Sunday, October 29th, 2000
Addressed to: Esque Longshanks, Forest Dwarf
This is such a refreshing change from the normal posts that i thought I'd add a couple.
You realise you need to go to the bank and try to view so that you can track to someone in the vicinity.
You always put your money in your pack before you leave a room
You wake up from sleep and stand up immediateley and search the room
You talk out loud to your best friend who happens to be the other side of the country, then realise you haven't even picked up the phone yet
You constantly try to check your score every time you do anything well
You go into shops and shout "Wares" at the keepers, expecting to see a list of goods
You tell the postman that he should give up and let the doves do it
You announce to people that you have credits for sale and demand 2k each
you get drunk and expect to be alright in half an hour
You keep ending up with a bruised tailbone expecting to be able to swing gracefully up into the trees.
You throw dust over yourself then run up behind people and poke them, thinking they can't see you
ok, i think that's enough for tonight *grin*
Penned by my hand on the 15th of Valnuary, in the year 261 AF.
A couple more..
Written by: Whip Mistress of Ecstasy, Armelia Moonflair, the Dark Concubine
Date: Sunday, October 29th, 2000
Addressed to: Esque Longshanks, Forest Dwarf
This is such a refreshing change from the normal posts that i thought I'd add a couple.
You realise you need to go to the bank and try to view so that you can track to someone in the vicinity.
You always put your money in your pack before you leave a room
You wake up from sleep and stand up immediateley and search the room
You talk out loud to your best friend who happens to be the other side of the country, then realise you haven't even picked up the phone yet
You constantly try to check your score every time you do anything well
You go into shops and shout "Wares" at the keepers, expecting to see a list of goods
You tell the postman that he should give up and let the doves do it
You announce to people that you have credits for sale and demand 2k each
you get drunk and expect to be alright in half an hour
You keep ending up with a bruised tailbone expecting to be able to swing gracefully up into the trees.
You throw dust over yourself then run up behind people and poke them, thinking they can't see you
ok, i think that's enough for tonight *grin*
Penned by my hand on the 15th of Valnuary, in the year 261 AF.