*eyedart*

Jun. 16th, 2004 10:58 am
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she is singing and dancing and knitting and getting fatter and fatter and she won't tell me where the vodka is and the knitting and cooing and knitting and she's hidden the absinthe and the shopping oh eru the shopping for baby clothes and furniture and she's talking about redecorating and houses and the smiling Varda help me the SMILING and the baking and the rum, why is the rum gone? THE KNIVES Manwe Ulmo and Aule she throws knives like there is no tomorrow, next week or next AGE.

*twitch*

*twitch*

Where is the Lambrini? Cider? APPLE JUICE PAST ITS USE-BY DATE?

O_O

Mar. 13th, 2004 02:51 pm
galathil: (pfffffffffft)
IT'S NOT MY FAULT! SHE MADE ME DO IT.

*gibber*

I swear. She must have spiked my vodka. I knew it tasted funny on my cornflakes.

This is so not my fault. ;_;
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She keeps looking at me funny and sharpening her knives.

No wonder Celeborn was scared of her... all the baking is making me paranoid like she's going to whip out my pancreas and make a donut.


Too scared to drink vodka. She might... do things to me while I'm drunk.

Like last week. I found myself naked in her bed. O_o

*rocks back and forth*

*twitch*
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Urrgh. Remind me never to get drunk in the presence of anyone named Galadriel.

Especially when she says ":D:D:D I was looking in the birdbath and saw a place with pretty lights!!! Celeborn says that there's no chance in hell he's going anywhere with me and no bodyguards :( I KNOW!!! YOU CAN COME WITH ME!!!!:D:D:D:D"

So I went to Ethring with her. And got very drunk. Very very very drunk. For about a month.

Small question though. How does one go about getting an annulment when the other party is an expert knife-thrower and not in favour of the idea?

Perhaps it's time for more vodka. Maybe I could set fire to her stash of confetti...
galathil: (Default)
*hic*

You know...

*hic*

You know... you have one of those days and then drink a lot?

*hic*

Yeah, well *hic* I had one of those and drank some stuff and I just woke up.

Ow.
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The bad news:one of the crazy sister-in-law things stabbed me in the leg.

The good news: I have all of her alcohol.

The bad news: She keeps giving me dodgy looking cookies.

The good news: They taste better washed down with a bottle or two of champagne.

The bad news: She keeps giggling and squeeing and grinning.

The badgood news: She's starting to be less irritating and more attractive with every mouthful of champagne.


Hmmm.
galathil: (Default)
*hic* after that *hic* small errr lack of alcohol *hic* crisis...

::sways::

*hic*... what? oh yes... I found my bro's secret secret stash *hic*
galathil: (Default)
It is exceedingly difficult to make alcohol from pixie stix.


::sobs*::

*In a macho elfly way, of course. heh
galathil: (Default)
The donations of alcohol have not been very forthcoming.

This disappoints me. I think I'm beginning to sober up. O_O
galathil: (i mock you!  *mock mock*)
We are accepting donations of alcoholic beverages. *hic*

Oh yesh. ehehehe.

*hic*

Jul. 24th, 2003 12:38 pm
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You know, I think my Celebro was telling fibs when he said he'd give me all his alcohol.;

*hic*

I mean, *hic* I'm running out. *hic* And that is like... bad.
galathil: (pfffffffffft)
*hic*

::stumble::

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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*hic* I'll just be *hic* uh... over here. With the peach schnapps.
galathil: (i dare you to make fun of my hair)
You would think, that someone would make Vodka Jelly and cause it to spread over all Middle Earth.


But no. NO VODKA JELLY.

You should all be ashamed.
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::hic:: well... that went... badly.
galathil: (Default)
Apparently I smell like a distillery.

This does not bother me though.

For the sake of my relatives however I may be prepared to do something about this.
galathil: (pfffffffffft)
Woe is me. My niece has declared incest to be gross. No more shaggage of grand-niece and nephew.

hmm.

::plots::
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*hic*

::sways::

::giggles::
galathil: (pfffffffffft)
Much shagging of relatives ensued.

Then much death of shagees ensued.

BAH.
galathil: (pfffffffffft)
Waking up in a pool of vomit is...annoying.

The beer is all gone. This is a tragedy. I may sober up.
O_o
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