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[Nov. 29th, 2009|12:26 am] |
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This year, I am thankful for Outback Steakhouse and UFC. Perfect late Thanksgiving celebration, right there. |
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[Nov. 15th, 2009|12:28 am] |
I'll be damned. I do have one of these, after all.
Well. I'm here and reporting for... not duty, but perhaps a beer if someone else is buying. I'm not dead yet, much to my Caretaker's dismay (I'm sure). There were a few hairy years in there, but I'm in the States and safe as houses.
So, duckies, roll call: is anyone I know still about? For the newcomers: anyone around worth meeting? I hope you'll forgive me for not knowing who's who, but I've been otherwise occupied for the last, oh, decade.
And because that street goes two ways, I don't expect you to know who the hell I am, either. Tessa Wilson. You can call me Tessa (I'm not one to stand on formality), or Spike if you'd rather. (I'd rather you didn't, honestly, but I won't eviscerate you if you try it.) |
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