Squeeeeeee!
I've been a horrid Dreva lately, and barely written. Do not try to assure me of innocence, I know my guilt, and I shall bravely try to conceal my shame. But it is because I have been such a disheartened Drevathing.
The SSGW watch...such a good idea in theory. But I failed to realise that if they annoy me because of their pervasive influence then they, erm, are pervasively influential. We've not had great success. There has been a small, cold Dreva standing in front of department stores, trying to hand out fliers. I've spoken to other organisations looking for their aid, and the only one I've gotten on my side is the Druid Anticlan, and that's because I run it.
But I've heard that a friendie wants me to go ahead with founding it. So we will. Yes, we shall. Never shall our delicious and pretty and vaguely pine fresh goodness be vanquished.
In other news, I've spent part of my time being despondent about the watch thing working on me potions. And tending to the injuries of the village people. Not those Village People, although a construction worker, a sailor and a city watchman have all needed some minor poulticing or somesuch. And technically London isn't really a village. But you get the idea. I'm a domestic druid! *squee*
The SSGW watch...such a good idea in theory. But I failed to realise that if they annoy me because of their pervasive influence then they, erm, are pervasively influential. We've not had great success. There has been a small, cold Dreva standing in front of department stores, trying to hand out fliers. I've spoken to other organisations looking for their aid, and the only one I've gotten on my side is the Druid Anticlan, and that's because I run it.
But I've heard that a friendie wants me to go ahead with founding it. So we will. Yes, we shall. Never shall our delicious and pretty and vaguely pine fresh goodness be vanquished.
In other news, I've spent part of my time being despondent about the watch thing working on me potions. And tending to the injuries of the village people. Not those Village People, although a construction worker, a sailor and a city watchman have all needed some minor poulticing or somesuch. And technically London isn't really a village. But you get the idea. I'm a domestic druid! *squee*
posted by Cecilia Weatherby at 7:55 AM
7 Comments:
It sounds like some sort of retirement home, the Watch, with a handful of poor souls too pathetic & boring to have anything better to do than to sit around & stare...
It's the Ultra Secret Clique, Zillah. The one you've been whinging about. We pretend so sit around and stare, but while you're busy being all exciting in AT, we do extra special cliquety-cliquish things!
someday i can only hope to be so... cool
*comfort Lime*
Hmmm... No, wait. You're hanging out with Zillah. You smirk and wink, and insult little people on channels.
Doesn't that automatically make you the very definition of COOL?
*bonk self* Dear me. You were being sarcastic, weren't you? You're already the coolest possible ever.
Violence seems inevitable. I'll fetch the poultices and smelling salts.
You mean small-minded. I have nothing against little people; it would be hypocritical of me considering my height. Of course, you couldn't possibly say anything against the small-minded... also hypocritical.
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