Heya,
Just a random note that I'll be gone from sometime tomorrow - the 9th - to sometime sunday or monday - the 11th or 12th. It's my three-year anniversary, so we are going out to bob around in a hot tub for three days. Yay for much-needed vacations.
Anyway, so if you send me any emails or PMs in the meantime, I'm not ignoring you, I'm just as far away as possible from RL, and that unfortunately includes the computer.
So, see you all when I get back.
~Nicole
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Mini-absense of goodness
S.R. / Coeptus Weir
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
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I'm back! In case anyone hadn't noticed. 
And thanks guys, it was awesome. We actually managed to relax, and we haven't had a weekend together since I don't know when...But anyways, yay for the much-needed escape.

And thanks guys, it was awesome. We actually managed to relax, and we haven't had a weekend together since I don't know when...But anyways, yay for the much-needed escape.
S.R. / Coeptus Weir
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier