Here's where you can tell me if I'm messing up like a loserface. I don't bite, please leave your opinions here! :3

Also you can hit this post up for plotting/asking for a tagback/wtfever if you don't want to ping me on AIM or email me.

Anon is on, IP logging is off.

That last joyous event felt strangely familiar, so let's agree never to do that again. We should focus on something with a lower fatality potentials, like romps through flowers or embroidery.

Also, America? Next time I see you I'm going to knock you back into 1908. Jerk.

Ow ow ow. Stupid bed collapsed on me and smashed my hands up. And almost the rest of me. They better not be broken. If anyone really was under there I hope you're concussed right now.

It looks like the fireworks are over, huh? Good, I'm tired of feeling like I'm on that train again. But...would someone maybe mind checking my closet, just in case?

So let me get this straight. We're suddenly carving up the mansion because some guy decided to annex the kitchen into his empire.

The kitchen. Into an empire.

If there's going to suddenly be a land rush, then I declare all bathrooms to be the possession of their royal highnesses the Romanovs. Use of the facilities will be heavily taxed, and collection strictly enforced. You've all been warned.


[ooc; Sob, I'm so sorry for disappearing like I did. My school schedule kicked my butt, but I fixed it. I'll be good now. 8D;;]

Now I don't really know how anybody knew where I was, but I'm assuming if whoever took me was that in the loop then they'd also know now isn't exactly the best time to extort ransom from my family.

So if my would-be kidnappers could be so kind as to tell me if I'm still in the same country I went to sleep in, I'll be on my way without any screaming.