40 Things

( TEN things I tell everyone )

( TEN secrets )

( Ten Songs (for me) )

( Ten songs (for the friends) )

Another Mun/Muse Convo

broadsword_babe: How's things?

takemeasi_am: Meh, y'know. Same stuff different day.

broadsword_babe: Well, I jes stopped by t'say thanks.

takemeasi_am: o_O For?

broadsword_babe: Fer bein' s'quick abou' findin' me a guy.

takemeasi_am: Someone finally strike your fancy? Gawd knows it took forever to find a "Michael" for you.

broadsword_babe: Yeh, Gavin (im_gavin_elliot) Oh, and sorry abou' th'whole idea kinda fizzlin' since tha  Lancelot idea dinna work ou'.

takemeasi_am: That's fine with me. 3,000 less words I have to write.

takemeasi_am: So, you like Gavin then?

broadsword_babe: Considerin' I hardly know th'man, yeh. He's a great one fer flirtin'. Even tol' 'im 'e's welcome t'visit m'cottage.

takemeasi_am: o_O Isn't that moving a bit fast?

broadsword_babe: Yeh, well, LJ months & all.

takemeasi_am: What's that?

broadsword_babe: Kinda dog years. Things move quickly in LJ-land.

takemeasi_am: If you say so... Guess we should start looking at cottages then.

broadsword_babe: Migh' help. Oh, an' see if y'can fin' one on holy groun'. Really don' need, er, uninvited guests, let's say.

takemeasi_am: I'll see what I can do. Can't make any promises, though.

broadsword_babe: Fair 'nuff.

For Those Who Want To Drop By

Y'really gotta hand it to m'mun. She's found the perfect wee humble cottage as a place fer me in Scotland. It's absolutely perfect! Righ' on th'water, like I was hopin'. She thought this was alrigh', but it's a bit too big fer me. What th'hell am I gonna do with six bloody bedrooms? Run a B'n'B? No thanks, too many questions, that.

Tha' bein' said, if yer ever on the Island or in Scotland fer tha' matter, yer welcome to pop in fer a bit, bite or cuppa.