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Another year has come to an end, but my journal goes on. It shall bring forth more of my strange light to entertain you for years to come or bore you to death. It must inevitably be one of the extremes. Well, another year is coming to a close and I can't let this day pass without a sappy update for all of my faithful readers. I think I have at least two, maybe just one and a half. On the off chance that any of the people who make my life worth living are reading this page, I am writing a little poem for all of you. If you know I love you and I left you off, it's because I couldn't find the words to express what you mean to me. If you are on the list and I seem to be poking fun, it's because I love you. I poke fun at myself all the time and we all know how narcissistic I can be:) BELLA'S NEW YEAR'S POEMTo Rodney I extend a hand and scratch a fuzzy ear For though you're naughty, you comfort me through the year And for little Ziggy a gentle caress across your fluffy face Without you in my world, my toys would always be in place To Stephanie, the tall blond, I can only give my thanks For being the sister I never had and dealing with my pranks Verene, my dear, I thank you for the times you made me laugh Though it seems that I always cut their worth in half To the code god Mezon I bequeath a happy little dance Because it is you who has helped my geekdom advance Another Stephanie I have to thank for giving me microfiche And realizing that though I'm a nut, I don't need a leash Then there is Bill who brings me little pieces of paper So I can post lots and lots of LDRs like a happy little trooper Then there is Bob, the hedgehog, who makes a great pillow When I am too lazy to see where the real one did go And just to keep repeating, another Bob I greet To say that having you as a voice in my head is a treat How could I forget to give my love to my mother Who shows me that she loves me, makes me want no other And here I greet Stephanie, this one has a twin And say what a joy it is to hang out with you again And to her sister Jessica, I must give a hug too Because I feel our friendship has advanced and grew And though there are so many left who I want to mention I fear that this poem grows too long to keep my attention So a few more happy greetings I will now send Before I bring this lengthy poem of love to an end I have to dedicate this shorter stanza to The most interesting immstaff I ever knew First of all there is me, who builds like a building lush And sometimes seems to say things to make a sailor blush Followed up by Mezon though his job seems more valuable I have to thank him here for his coding, its irreplaceable Verene's goal, purpose, and passion is to make those morts RP And when he succeeds, his drool is a sight to see Our world needs the attention of Mistress Liselle Because her job is to see that the story is written well And I love to argue with Zaramis as if we were siblings Seems we both enjoy our work as long as we have our quibbling Then there is Korcha our lonely little builder We're hoping things irl for him get a lot better I must now curtsy before our gracious host Though with how much I see him, is Breton a ghost? Elizabeth is weaving magic as the leader of her guild And I am waiting to see what more she has to build Darkness covers all, evil comes to call, Cryss appears Bringing the Harbingers of Darkness to reinforce our fears And a new little questor has joined the immortal staff It is our lovable mort Tyrrel, advanced to imm at last And last but not least another questor we see Katra aspires our newest builder to be. That was my strange little rhyme to wish a happy new year Though it is not the best, I fear Horror of terrors, one of my neopets has lost it and now plans to take over the world. What on earth am I to do? My darling Alletai has become a greedy young lady and now she is plotting the end of the world as we know it. I am so embarrassed, I could just run and hide, but not before I say this: I will be back, to share your joys and your heartaches. Wow, it has been a long time since I updated this page. At least, I can post my own humor and not someone else's. (I found my humor posted on someone else's site.) I have been busily opening presents and finishing one for all my beloved morts though they can't appreciate it due to server problems. Latsyrc is almost finished for now. I still have my second wave of annoying creativity that I intend to subject all my areas to. Among the other gifts I am preparing for my net audience is that fabled comic of my kitty, a revamped map of the MUD world, and perhaps a more serious journal so people can see what a nut I am. Don't count on the last one, serious journals are neither fun to read or write in my opinion. Now, I must find the time for all these wonderful things. And because I know you were wondering: BELLA'S GIFTS OF THE SEASONI got a tambourine to help me become a better gypsy. Then they gave me chocolate to make me sugar tipsy, And slathered on the watches to give me some time And a stuffed lil' kitty whose green hat did chime And a CD player to replace the one I broke Though it won't play Fantasia, it makes frogs croak And if I'm feeling lonely, I can invite someone for cocoa In my new, huge mugs, that never overflow These are a few of my notable gifts you see But I get the feeling more are coming to me Party day, well, only for two hours, but I got a penguin and you're all jealous. And then I got chocolate (from a foreign country even). I guess my friends love me after all. Freddie the Fish has a word to say about how peachy life can really be. He aspires to become as cool as my fiche someday, but he is not sure it will happen. It's the time of the year to wish a happy birthday to my friend Shannon, but I can't just give her a happy b-day, I have to give her a great big HAPPY B-DAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHANNON!!!!Just a note on my friend Shannon: she is a ravishing red-head with a great personality. However, she is not available and her charming husband will be forced to do the gentlemanly thing of protecting her honor if anyone out there should choose to be too forward. This could involve a brutal thumping to the unsuspecting weirdo and Shannon reliving that feeling of being carried over the threshold as Jon runs away with her. This goes for you too, Ooga-booga man. On another note, my microfiche are doing well, and I have found some wonderful recipes for fiche, so if I ever get trapped on a deserted island, I will be fine as long as I can catch some fiche in a cool clear stream. TOP TEN FICHE RECIPES10. Fiche lightly sauteed in butter 9. Fried fiche à la Marie Antoinette with lemon pepper seasoning 8. Finely shredded, lightly cooked fiche on a bed of soft green lettuce (or palm fronds for those deserted on an island with no grocery store) 7. Fiche patties made from the finest shredded bits of fiche 6. Fiche stew made with a fine tomatoes sauce (or broiled in coconut milk for those reading this from a deserted island in the Caribbean) 5. Fiche fillets delicately roasted over an open fire 4. Raw fiche on a bed of wild rice 3. Fiche and chips from the magically appearing vendor with the Cockney accent who is known to visit the island once a month 2. Surf and fiche platter decorated with squirming island bugs 1. Who am I kidding, I can't eat my lil' fiches *sobs uncontrollably* What an exciting day. Parties are in my future (the kind with lots of yummy food). I have a fridge full of my own chocolate concoctions. And best of all, I am still the fiche queen. Oh, and for a couple more minutes, I am going to be a spy trying to foible the good intentions of a secret agent know only as RedBeard, but that is top secret, so don't tell anyone. Anyway, I feel work calling me as the end of my lunch break draws closer. *screams and runs off, fleeing before the barcodes of terror* Yes, I know that I do not update my journal frequently, but you wouldn't be keen on writing an online journal after reading pages and pages of help files. Ah, the sacrifices I make for Horizons. I thought I would share my happy holiday cheer with all of you though on this beautiful day. Especially since my calendar informs me that Hanukkah started yesterday at sundown. Party on, kiddies. Happy Birthday to Bob. Sorry, it isn't Bob Hedgehog, kids, so no b-day party pics of his royal pureness:) So it is the holiday season and Christmas carols are being sung (poorly by me) and people are buying presents. I, however, am toying with the thought of making all my presents for other people. "What on earth am I making them of?" you ask. Microfiche, of course. 10. Wreaths for decorating the door made with a little glue to hold the fiche together and a colorful bow. 9. A special jewelry box made of microfiche delicately melted together and accented with Christmas scenes done in nail polish. 8. Microfiche to use as innovative new ornaments for any tree. 7. Christmas scenes made by cutting out pages from the microfiche cards and gluing them to a nice white background. 6. Cookie cutters made from the careful folding and splicing of microfiche. 5. Christmas stencils cut out of microfiche very carefully, using only a specially designed exacto knife. 4. Picture frames made of 100% bona-fide microfiche. 3. Microfiche coasters are perfect for all your Mountain Dew addicted friends. 2. With enough microfiche and a plot of land, friends can be moved into revolutionary new housing. 1. Fiche themselves are the greatest gift.
Well, I have to go make all those presents or do work. Yeah, it has to be work, but I will return and then, I will torture you more. As an aside, I have finally started reading my new book which is all about Narnia, and I just know you are all jealous.
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