She Likes Coffee and I Like Tea

Well, this is a post a long time in coming! I've been meaning to post for the last few weeks about how I had lost my cell phone on the Long Island Railroad...and now I'm posting to tell you the prodigal phone has returned to me!!

The entire tale of its' journey is a long one indeed, epic in many ways, but suffice to say I have a habit of falling into a comatose state while on my 1 hour 45 minute train ride home, and when I awoke to find the train doors were opening at MY stop, I ran off the train, still fuzzy in the brain and sans cell phone (which had fallen out of my pocket) and green scarf (which I had taken off). I only realized this when I got home and some chap called my brother's cell with my phone. This fellow (of whom odes and ballads should be composed and sung but alas, his identity is unknown to me!) wanted to know who to send the phone and scarf too, so I gave him the address for my dad's office and hoped for the best.

Time dragged on, and I feared the worst, that I indeed would never see my cell phone (with all my numbers!) and my green scarf (my very favorite scarf!) ever again. I wondered if the man never sent it...as singealiene and I mused, perhaps he was a diabolically figure that had no intention of mailing my things, maybe he only wished to raise my hopes so that they might be dashed upon the rocks while he casually tossed my phone about in the comfort of his home and laughed evilly. Or, perhaps my things were lost forever in the Limbo of the US Postal System known as the Dead Letter Room...maybe my things were in Atlanta, Georgia, locked away like the Ark of the Covenant and would be sold off at their yearly auction...

But No. Well, I mean, based on the date of the postage my things DID have quite a journey through the US Postal System, but they have finally arrived, safe and sound after about 3 weeks of phonelessness.

SO!!!!

Nella's Back!!


In other news, I've finally read Chesterton's Father Brown series...and I've finally realized who I was drawing when I drew him recently. It's pretty much a less chubby Father John, the priest who was our NYU chaplain when I was a wee little college freshman and the Newman Club (a.k.a. the Catholic Club) was the most glorious time of my college existence.

I have to be up at 6:30 tomorrow. MEH.


So, instead of SLEEPING, I updated my deviantart account. CHECK IT OUT!! XD

http://ink-n-imp.deviantart.com/

Go, see how my wicked mind works. Mua. Muahaha. MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!


....7:54 am train my bitches. It's going to rock.

So, I'm trying to write this dialogue between two guys: one's annoyed and wants to be left alone, the other's bored and wants to do something, and a touchy subject has just come up, and I donno if it's just me, but I feel like I'm writing some major slash here. One of them is starting to sound like the jilted lover and the other like the oblivious male.

DAMN YOU INTERNET!!! CURSE YOU FANFICTION!!! I CAN'T EVEN ATTEMPT TO WRITE TWO NORMAL GUYS TALKING WITHOUT THINKING IN THE BACK OF MY MIND THAT IT'S JUST A PLOT DEVICE TO GET TO TEH BUTT!SEX!!!!!

...Oh man, methinks less livejournal is in order.



EDIT 1:30 am:

Holy shit, it was in my head and I couldn't do anything about it but draw it. Wyatt...I'm so very very sorry. I feel like I've somehow defiled our brainchild, but...I could not resist! Behold, and be...disturbed.

	Yea. part one. I blame the internet. Unless you're Wyatt or Dan, you aren't going to get the inside joke.
	part deux, or the bottom of the pic And, here's the bottom, and a depiction of how this all came to be.