Subject: Buwah! Lateness!
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Posted on: 2008-08-05 19:33:00 UTC
So sorry for the lateness that is this post! Can't believe it...*headdesk*
Anyway, I gift you (belatedly) with a waffle iron, for you already have an egg whisk. And...because waffles are very, very tasty.
Oh, and have some nice Belgian chocolate as well. Mmmmmm, chocolate...
Um.
Okay. This is both good news (ish) and bad news and both of them I'm only posting here because I've seen other people doing so. The Good News Ish is that, by dint of today being August 3rd, I am now a thirteen-year-old; or, more exactly, will be in *looks at clock* about four hours. React as you see fit. (This birthday may also result in me getting a LiveJournal, as no longer I'll have to lie about my age, but we'll see.)
The bad news is that I still haven't gotten my act together to ask Permission. I wanted to do so before my birthday, but ah well.
And, a note: this would also be the birthday of my agent-to-be, Ciri. She'd be 14, though she's born on the same day as me. Just an FYI.
*suddenly realizes what she's saying* Omigods. I'm a TEENAGER!
As I said, react as you see fit ^^
:)
C
Wow! I didn't expect so many replies. I guess birthdays and polls and badfic seem to be what get people to come out of the woodwork.
Thank you thank you thank you all! (I'm sorry, I'm too lazy to respond to ev'ryone right this moment -- I'm late as is. *headkeyboard*) This might've been the best part of said birthday.
*is now grinning intolerably*
Okay. Since "thanks" is all I can think of to say, have some more of those, and have a wonderful day!
:)))))
C
*puffs in bearing gifts* ...sorry...
Um. Here. Have some fire that is purple and burns things. Except it doesn't burn you. And it smells unusually like watermelon.
And welcome to teenagerhood. Except "welcome" might not be the right word.
So sorry for the lateness that is this post! Can't believe it...*headdesk*
Anyway, I gift you (belatedly) with a waffle iron, for you already have an egg whisk. And...because waffles are very, very tasty.
Oh, and have some nice Belgian chocolate as well. Mmmmmm, chocolate...
(A baker's dozen of cupcakes, of course. :D)
Lesse, I already gave you a bag of holding, so......um.......have some chocolate. In the shape of a one and a three. For thirteen! Have fun being a teenager!
Happy birthday and congrats on being a teenager!!! Take a cookie! Take five, in fact, and some brownies and a camera and a few cubes of ice and a poke and a poker and...
HAPPY 13th!!
*is overgiddy and needs to calm down*
Here! Have a stack of chocolate and a silver pen and a pony and a sack of potatoes and a ring and a powerpoint presentation and a FF.N account and a spork and a courtesy LJ account and a fish and a bicycle and, of course... a TRANSDIMENSIONAL POCKET KNIFE!
(heee... I love those things)
And I second Pads; it'll be much creepier when you come out on the other end. MUCH creepier.
Happy Birthday!
Here, have a Redeemer. Nothing says 'I'm now a teenager' like fiery thermonuclear death. Just make sure that you and anyone you care about (or don't want to see die, in any case) is out of the blast radius.
Don't worry about asking for Permission. You can do so whenever you like - look at me, I joined in February and only asked now. So it's no big deal.
Have fun being a teenager. :D
Ah, 13. Your brain chemicals are about to go completely doolally. Enjoy it; it's fun. And if you think being a teenager is a strange prospect, believe me when I say it'll be weirder still, in seven years, when you suddenly realise you're not one.
I may be agreeing with you in a few weeks, Pads.
...but before you know it, hormones start happening, and you start thinking with your uterus, and every time you see an infant, be it in reality or on television, you will have to beat your womb-brain into submission until it stops clamouring for a child.
It is murder.
*also defends from any attacks that will be now launched at him*
Welcome to teenagerdom. I give you chocolate and a PG-13 movie of your choice.
Dale, dale, dale~.
*swings a bat at the Pinata*