( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

This is something I should have asked about sooner as I am unlikely to find the sort of things I need in the wild, but is there an occult, I believe is the word, supply shop in this city? Not that I imagine there would be anything from Asgard in your stocks, but I can make do with equivalents.

So. Any particular reason most of the network lately has been posts that look like they were written by, well, a really bad impersonation of me? I mean, seriously people. I log in after finally coming up for some air after Inventory Hell Week at the shop and I'm greeted with nothing but giant amounts of word vomit all over the place.

If you're going to drop the filter from your brain to your mouth - or fingers, I guess, whatever - you need to work up to things. You can't just go on and start typing all willy-nilly whatever comes to mind. I can, because I'm me and that's my shtick. Get your own.

Unless, of course, this is just our power-hungry not-so-benevolent kidnapper deciding to mess with us all again. In that case, ignore all of the above and I'll go make some popcorn.

I feel like I haven't talked to anyone in a really long time. Is everybody alive out there, Buffy how are things going? I have to say that I am pretty happy and content right now. I don't think that I have sex like that in a really long time. It was so incredible, now if that could happen again sometime it would make me happy once more.



[few minutes later]

Wait.....did I just say that out loud?

It only just occurred to me that it's June, which means that in ten days it'll be my anniversary, which is rather odd to think about considering I came here in March just after my wedding in 2010 and now it's 2012. So technically the 14th will be my two year anniversary, but I've only been married for three months. It's a little strange and that's saying a lot considering the strange things I've seen, both here and with The Doctor.