h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I finally got around to joining this crazy thing! Anyway, just wanted to pop by and see how're things. Oh, loved the poem by the way. My favorite part: the last bit.

Bye...

;P

Well, fancy meeting you here! How the devil are you?

I'm super, really! Super - and I'd be even more so if I could figure out why one of my user pages was doubling up on itself and multiplying like some mitogenic freak of science!

But other than that, great. And you?

She's ignoring us!

I'm doing just swimmingly, in fact I'm just off for a brisk ankle down to the old shops to negotiate the purveyance of some luncheon itemlets. Tally-ho!

And a hearty cheeri-o to you! Mighty perky this morning, eh?

Frightfully, old thing.

Listen, how about popping down to the Astors' for the weekend? I hear from Algy that everyone's piling down hugga-mugga to their pad in the sticks for a spot of polo and champers, what!

Well that's what I think she's up to.

I'd be grinning too, 'f ya know what I mean - wink, wink, nudge, nudge!

And that sounds right cricket, bee old boy! I was planning on popping in afters for a jar of 'Chuck and kipper pie, but I'll make it hurley-burley. And I simply must bring Chadwick, he's the most delightful little man I met on the train. Awright then, Cheers!

Well, I WAS grinning...now I'm all sullen. HALLOOOOO AMANDA! HALLOOOO BEE! I certainly was grinning in Canada. I have fallen in love and expect that shortly I will be moving to Jolly 'Ol London. I have learned a fantastic amount of English Vernacular this weekend (primarily centering around the word "shag"); I also learned that "taking the piss out of" someone is not a surgical procedure.

I'm actually just miserable to be home. How's it going blokes???!!

And how very fitting for you to miss the 4th by trapesing off to Canada (right?) and planning to move to London (right right?)! I like your style, girl friend. But moving, huh? Love, eh? You're going to have to fill me in on the details....And don't move 'till I can go to Chicago before I move! This is getting complicated...

Nothing doing here. You know, the usual - Pestering Spart, messing w/the Golly colors, work work work. I've been hanging out by Kate's sofa for like a week now - I'm sure the cookies I brought are stale...

Anyway, nice to have you back! Chao- ;P

I've been pestered? When?

Hiya, Krissy! Welcome back and all that good stuff. Once you move, expect me to come visit for a week or sixty.

Hehehey stranger.

You'll be pleased to know I get to England about as often as I get to 'merica, so I'll see you then.

awwww...*grin* you guys are the best. I have had to say that TWICE today. I'm feeling much better today. Had my "get really drunk and be depressed that life isn't what you want it to be" night last night, and I'm fantastically hung over today. Urp. Spoke to Andy several times yesterday and allowed all sorts of worries to fester, until he called at 11pm after his show to apologize for being a complete berk, assure me that everything was fabulous, tell me that he couldn't do without me, and announce that he was flying to Chicago after Italy. Woo Hoo! *stupid grin*

Amanda, you're going to have to shake your bootie on over to Chicago sometime soon. I'll buy you some more cookies and we'll pester Spartus together!

Spartus, you are going to have to pay more attention. If a girl goes through all the trouble of pestering you, you should notice man!

bubster, you know I await the moment I can actually see you with bated breath. Of course, I pass out quite a lot, so if you could get a move-on my lungs would thank you.

*doing the happy dance* Life is GooooooooooOD!

If you get your hands on that jar Spartus had a little while ago, you could keep your breath in there for a while. Just a suggestion.

Um..erm.. Yeah!

Well, ain't that the truth.

Awwwww... Look at me writing about when I first fell in love with Andy..and look at Amanda write about bugging Spartus... and look at bee be clever and bubster be funny.

I miss us like this.

*sits around and smiles in a nostalgic manner*

*be's us like this*

*sighs and is comfortable*

How are you, my bubster?

bubsterly, o'course