
Due to a terrible case of "being me" (which I often contract around this time of year) I was stuck with roommate who were terrible, loathsome and, dare I say it, Puffin-like (Puffins being the personification of terrestrial evil. Spending their days plotting the destruction of man kind and their nights eating babies and mailing out AOL cds). BUT NO MORE!! I AM FREE!! I have found an apartment next door (aka within shooting range) of my wonderful and fulfilling job. I am very happy and desire to celebrate, so I shall let you congratulate me with many empty words and meaningless compliments. WHAT? YOU DON'T CARE? Fine, then I shall simply have to sic the puffins on you.
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And after those come storks and seagulls and eagles and hawks and all that cool stuff. 8D
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IF YOU BE MY BODYGUARD I CAN BE YOUR LONG MOST PAL; I CAN CALL YOU BETTY AND BETTY WHEN YOU CALL ME YOU CAN CALL MEEE AAAALL!!!
Paul Simon makes everything better. *nod* ... No, I'm no clinically insane; Why do you ask?
Draw me a puffin.