December 4th, 2002

do I know you?, skeptical/wry, wry, um


A'maelamin climbed under the table to pick up a spoon this morning and Never. Came. Back!!! I looked everywhere! Dammit all! If he slipped on that blasted ring, why I swear, I . . . but I know my sweet melindo would not do so.

It's just driving me batty, that's all! How is one supposed to carry on a meaningful relationship when one's lover keeps vanishing off the face of Arda, tell me that?

So, I know it's pointless, but I'm going to file a Missing Hobbit Report with the MEPD. And then I'm heading straight over to the TGMMuses Community and getting the address of the TGMMuses Gazette. And then I'm going to write a letter to the editor. A very blunt letter, I might add. And I'm going to give Mr. McClellien a piece of my mind.

I don't care what kind of rights he thinks he has over my Iorhael, due to this writer/muse thing they have going, and I don't mean to be judgemental or, well, jealous or overly possessive, and I'm trying to be open-minded about it all, really, but I just wish it could be just us: me and Iorhael, and get rid of this writer/mun/whatever-it-is-they-want-to-call-themselves-nowadays prerogative. It's just . . . insufferable and I'm not going to just sit here and take it! That's all. Oh, and that goes for you too, if you were wondering.*stalks off*
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