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[smokingboot]

May I introduce chums and chums of chums to mamapusscat also known as Carrie of LT fame as Freya, Sissya, Anastasia Diamecht and other great ladies of loon, now often seen wandering Maelstrom pointing at bashful lieutenants and yelling, 'It's heeyem! Ah kin tell bah his knees...'

Welcome to lj mamapusscat!

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[reverend2001.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAHA

Welcome to PROCTASTINATION, Carrie!!!!

(and give hugs to J for me...)

[bad-moon-rising.livejournal.com]

Snorts that was really rather funny after the fact at the time I was so into playing Olrich it left me rather stunned, in a very good way :)

[mamapusscat.livejournal.com]

Hi there! Reading Debbie's quote re Maelstrom temporarily released Mary Lou Arteman from the nether regions of my mind. ....."No, get back! Down, Mary Lou, down. Not until Easter..... Oh, alright then. You can have two pistols!"

That's better, I think I gained control again.

[rebby.livejournal.com]

Are you sure, Julie ann's not that far away if you want company.

[mamapusscat.livejournal.com]

Hi there Tony

Sorry to hear about your friend, Tal. I hope you're bearing up OK.

[bad-moon-rising.livejournal.com]

Paying Alimoney in pistols and powder.. the idea strangely appeals:)

[mamapusscat.livejournal.com]

Hi Rebby

How are you? ;0)

[bytepilot.livejournal.com]

Carrie Dahhhhling.

We must sit down and talk nonsense, draw pictures in wax on pieces of celan paper and then burn the results before anyone works out what they are.

Or we could just smile and point at our favourite sections of the sky.

[mamapusscat.livejournal.com]

Hello my dear,

How are you?

[bytepilot.livejournal.com]

Reasonably relaxed.
Working too hard, playing too little, trying to negotiate some free time with the only marginally evil uberboss that I might head up to the frozen north and trade cuddles with the inestimable, and mouthwateringly gorgeous Boot.*

See how I prod you gently to put a single entry into your journal so that people can comment on it and generate a com channel. For we really must sit down and talk nonsense, the waxed paper and the pointing can wait.

*Hi lariens give the dear girl a hug for me ? Manly hand-shakes and mustache twitching for yourself of course dear chap.