Sláinte!

I think I was Irish in a previous life... how else can I explain the fascination and the bone-deep love and longing that I have for the whole bloody thing?

When I die and if I'm given the chance to come back to this world, I want to be born Irish and I want my name to be Teagan. So there. Heh.

A Reason to Live...

It's been a long while since I've bombarded you people with a toy post. Well... the long while has just ended. Be afraid, be very, very afraid.

I've just found THE newest toy that has wrapped its grubby little fingers around my heart. I've GOT to have it.

If you LOVE me and you want me to be happy, then click this and make me the happiest woman alive.

Sugar Momma

rich: will text you when I get into work
rich: love you too snuggleums



... makes me feel all warm and squishy.

Because I was Nagged...

I am fine. I'll be starting work soon. I ignored common sense so now I have two jobs. Go me.

I decided to stop pretending that I can write and just chuck everything I've ever written out the window. Fuck it.

I've a lot to learn...

And one thing I've only recently learned is that no matter what happens, I am undoubtedly addicted to all things plush.

Oh and also, apparently... my heart aches for one Rich.