On rusty nails

[mrsronweasley]

Did I happen to mention that a nail has lodged itself into the front of the sole on my boot and refuses to come out? It's been there for over a month now, and it's still a mystery as to how it got there in the first place. People have tried getting it out. In the end, it was recommended that I try kicking someone with it, just to see if it's at all useful. Methinks, plyers might be more useful in this case.

So now, not only do my boots have tough steel toes, but a nail sticking out of one of them, as well. So next time somebody tries to start something (and, luckily, no one has, as of yet), I can say: "Oh, yeah? Well, I may look...er...be all short, and may not have much advantage is far as leaning with weight is concerned, but I've got the toes of steel and I am not afraid to use my rusty nail!"

Hey, you never know, it might work. On second thought.

Aren't you all glad you know this now?

My online break is almost up, and I really have nothing of importance to say. I have been almost broken in two under the weight of all my essays, but at least in a month it won't matter. And, incidentally, in exactly a month, I'll be completely legal in the States. The countdown to my 21st birthday has begun. I'll give everybody ONE guess as to what my parents are giving me. (Hint: it has to do with the number "21" but not my age.)

Right. Off to read more on self-esteem. I know I'm a lucky one. No need to say it.

(Incidentally, as to The Kingdom - if anyone wants to make a voodoo doll of Mr. Mwa Ha, just ask Moa's permission. Argh. There was no end to the frustration they would feel. Still no update.)

EDITED TO SAY: Welcome to Liz Doesn't Know Her Dates!

My birthday's on the 9th. Today is the 8th. Help me.

Comments

[amaterasu.livejournal.com]

Hint: it has to do with the number "21" but not my age.

I know! They're sending you to Vegas to play Blackjack!

...

Or maybe not.

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

That is exactly what they're doing, however did you know?!

Silly wabbit. :)

[croupier.livejournal.com]

I have no guesses, but I will be amused at you being twenty on general principle. Wacky kids! Weren't even alive when that fool Reagan got his fool Reagan ass elected the first time! Wacky kids!

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Oh, and you are SO much older than me! Ok, missy. I may not have been alive when foolish old Raegan got his ass elected, but I was there when Brezhnev kicked the bucket. And I remember very clearly when the Soviet Union fell, so ha. Haha.

Wacky, indeed...

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

I know I'd find the nail very intimidating if you were to use it in a threatening manner. :)

And just... email or PM or whatever if you need to, any time. I might be busy, but I'm NEVER *that* busy. And while I hope you know that me wishing you good luck with the evil essays and stuff is a default, sometimes there's no substitute for a bit of reassurance at the right time, you know?

*LOVE*

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

I know I'd find the nail very intimidating if you were to use it in a threatening manner.

You should, you've seen it. ;)

And I know that I can count on you. You just might have to deal with me again - in fact, I can almost guarantee it! Scared yet? (Puts on Yoday voice, which is really kind of more appropriate than it should be): You will be. You will be...

*loves*

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

Hey, if I can help, then I'm glad to. :)

*wonders if she's got time to do Secret Birthday Plottage*

Hehehe.

Love you!

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Tease. ;)

love you, too, very much

*MWAH*

[stereo-m.livejournal.com]

Voodoo doll? What are you on about, permission? I thought it was sort of obvious that any and all who wants to make a voodoo doll of Mr Mwa Ha should GET ON WITH IT ALREADY! And I shall be laughing evilly at his pains, thy they are nothing compared to the pains he has caused me....

MWAHAHAHAHHHAH!

Yes. Anyway.

I've got the toes of steel and I am not afraid to use my rusty nail!

*dies*

Spike your enemies on it and roast them over... er... the high-tech toaster's next over-roasted bread-y victim.

Or something.

I'm not making sense.

Essays SUX. Before they are written, anyway.

MISS YOU.

*pouncemwahattaxlovesmooch*

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

I thought it was sort of obvious that any and all who wants to make a voodoo doll of Mr Mwa Ha should GET ON WITH IT ALREADY!

Got it! Unfortunately, I have no time, but if anyone else wants to... So, what's the latest news? Email me? Can we think of SOMETHING? Because this is ridiculous, honestly. Waaah!

Spike your enemies on it and roast them over... er... the high-tech toaster's next over-roasted bread-y victim.

It took me approximately five minutes to understand just what the hell you were talking about. I think I've got it now. But, hey, if nothing else, it sounded like a rap song! Hehe...

I miss you, too. Insanely. INSANELY.

*all that right back at you*