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My elvish name is Nolwe. Cool. They don't have Melle there, obviously.
There are teeth marks on my knuckles. Ow.
Gah! Fucker!
(Edit: And he keeps pchatting me and argh! Latest:
<Kaydash> there;s nothing i can say that'll make you change you;re mind is there... you've got me ignored anywayAnd I'd told him before this that I really don't know him and strangers asking me for nekkid pictures of myself freak me the fuck out. Yes, in those words. How clear do I have to be?!?
<minerva> Look, could just just GET A BLOODY HINT and leve me alone? I don't know you, I'm not intereted in knowing you, and I just want to enjoy some time with MY FRIENDS!
Gah. Men! "Men are weak.")
I may have hda a random urge o lick Legolas at the exit of Moria. Oi.
There were people. There was talking. It was fun. Talked (really talked) to rsadelle for the first time in what? A year? Was nice. I feel kinda weird. Grown-up, I guess. I've stopped carrying stupid grudges. I've learned to realise and admit when I'm wrong. 's A nice feeling. :)
I think I'll do this again some time. And I'll definitely statr going to IRC more often. Like, as much as I can. I missed the talking o multiple people in one window.