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Apr. 1st, 2011 09:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
froodleSANYA! Oh Sanya, I love you! I don't even care that you don't lend yourself instantly to a descriptive nickname (Micheal already took Sword Guy and the little Japanese dude is Mister Miyagi, but I don't know any Russian people except for the metal X-Men dude, Krycek and the gay Russian spy from the Stormbreaker books, and he isn't like any of them), I love you just as you are.
In other news, note to self: when deciding to walk along cliff-face footpaths that you last walked as a toddler, and which you quite possibly have imagined, please check what time the sun sets before leaving. This avoids embarrassing situations where you get caught in the fucking wilderness in the dark and have the crap scared out of you by the Cow Mafia.
Also, when the wind is strong enough to knock you several feet back as soon as you open the front door, this is maybe a sign that you should stick to the roads rather than wander off looking for dirt tracks six inches wide, with no fences and straight drops into the sea. You tard.
In other news, note to self: when deciding to walk along cliff-face footpaths that you last walked as a toddler, and which you quite possibly have imagined, please check what time the sun sets before leaving. This avoids embarrassing situations where you get caught in the fucking wilderness in the dark and have the crap scared out of you by the Cow Mafia.
Also, when the wind is strong enough to knock you several feet back as soon as you open the front door, this is maybe a sign that you should stick to the roads rather than wander off looking for dirt tracks six inches wide, with no fences and straight drops into the sea. You tard.
