On the 12th day of christmas (in Gondor)

my true love gave to me:

12 pipes a flamin'
11 mithril coats
10 elvish archers
9 rings of nazgul
8 riders riding
7 dwarven rings
6 orcs a slaying
5 marching ents
4 hobbits questing
3 elf rings
2 towers looming
and a one ring to rule them all

by hofnarr and kalichan

moonlit

i saw a moonbow two nights ago.
the sky was clear and dark blue, and in the wisp of cloud that surround the full moon,
an inverted rainbow hung in the sky, dark and sparkling.
it was one of the more beautiful things i've ever seen.
d. and i stood on our doorstep, looking up at it, holding hands in complete silence.
as the clouds drifted away, it disappeared.

the same old shinola

ugh ugh ugh.
i can't find my damn house keys for my parents house.
this is so utterly infuriating, i can't stand it.
the beautiful gay boys are going out dancing tonight, and we have been invited to join them, but i feel disinclined. i'm tired, and spent, and pissed off at the god of keys and other lost objects.
i hope d. won't be too disappointed if i don't want to go.
and now, damn it all to the ninth ring of hell, i have to go back to rehearsal and listen to
people putting on fake indian accents and trying to shepherd them around the pitfalls of the gutteral "r" and non-dentalised t's and d's.
what a life.