staggers back from the battleground of last-minute holiday stuff, her tattered girdings hanging in shreds from her loins.

girding her loins and heading out to do the last-minute crap. Wish me luck. And no, you can't gird my loins for me.

My face has been cycling among these expressions furreal. *beam*

if there's a way to prevent a specific person from seeing your responses to other people's Plurks.

welcomes Anubis to her - er, OUR - madness!

welcomes Hotdogs to her madness!

More than ONE THOUSAND PEOPLE have taken the giftie I put under the tree at Evie's Closet.

Dear Plurk Secret Santa who wants to stay anonymous: THANK YOU!

EAGLES.

OK. I have this 250L gift card to a place. New to me, but like the stuff. Except... the card's not working. It didn't come with instructions