Parenthetical Christmas Cards of DOOM!

WOO! I just got five pieces of mail. Guess that what with the weekend and then the public holidays the last two days, some of it got backed up. So thanks to buhfly (Got yer letter!), light_music (One of the cutest custom cards ever), chennpug (Your card is very shiny. I'm in awe), lillithj (OMGOMGOMG GOREY CARD!!), and urbanfae (Hee! Snowman death!).

Also thanks to jessindistress, because I don't think I noted that I got your card. I did, and it was glittery.

Now I'm desperately late for getting ready for work (don't think they'll appreciate pyjamas, somehow), so I'd better go.

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I really, really fucking hate that little sentence, "Long time x, first time y", whether x and y are reader/writer, listener/caller or lurker/poster. SO MUCH FUCKING HATE. I hate every one of you that uses it. Yes, even you, up the back, with no hair because you go into chemo every week. Don't think your leukaemia can get you off from this obnoxiousness!

ALSO: it is not "roomate". What the hell sort of portmanteau word is that? It sounds like a derogatory term for an Australian: "roo mate", or perhaps it's a frighteningly carnivorous room. Would it kill you to put a second 'm' in there? HONESTLY.


In less ranty and more important news, the death toll in Asia and the subcontinent continues to rise. It's a bloody awful mess. The Australian Government is apparently boosting their aid to thirty-five million dollars, which is nice. The Australian cricket team has also donated their seventeen thousand dollar cheque for winning the Boxing Day Test Match, which just makes proves that it's the game for gentlemen, frankly.

God. What a fucking mess. I might see if I can find one of the old "Give us money!" envelopes Oxfam's sent me and give a donation.