THAT THIS SITE LOOKS FANTASTIC. It doesn't even hurt my eyes and that just makes me enthusiastic.

First: the feature hadn't been changed since December. Geez. Second: we now have a way for you to become members! JOIN the Ughy Club today!

If for some reason you don't want to become a member, well, at least look through the requirements: they're quite ingenious! All thanks to Jules of course :D

** Links: overhauled & refreshed & plentified.
** New antiaffiliate!
** Look at that soup. (Or muffin?)
** COLORS. Still kind of glitchy, but good.

Yeah. Long overdue. I know. ERM... I think that's all of them :/

Epiphany: why do I even bother with web-safe colors?!

THIS WEBSITE ISN'T WEB-SAFE!

Henceforth, I will be giving up my diet of web-safe colors. Also, you may be wondering why the Soup of the Day has disappeared. Well, I'm in the process of engineering a new home header and I'm sort of messy. Inefficient. Unprofessional. (Take your pick.) But hopefully I'll sort it out soon and we'll look a little more legit. (Not tooo much, just a little.)

Also, this color scheme is ghastly. Purple and chartreuse and spring green and creamy yellow? It's nauseating!

When a boy tells you at first at four AM in the middle of a friendless Christmas break, "I'm going LARP-ing in January...you want to come?", after you ask what LARP stands for (Live-Action Roleplay) and determine it doesn't involve frolicking through any species of flower, you agree. You say, hot dog. You read the manual he sends you and determine you want to be a Rogue Sylvan Fey. You have no actual idea what he's getting you into.

It's a story of extremes.

Irresistible longing - of a love doomed to unrealization.

But then...comes along salvation! So different, almost of a different species, the two loves so unique of one another that one could never fill the burning emptiness left behind by the failed love - but instead filled a hole I never knew plagued my heart.

It's a story of loss, and gain - willpower and indulgence - and a whole lot of FedEx usage.

Oh my, it's practically time to say "happy Christmas." And what am I supposed to get Jules for Christmas? Muffins don't send well, and plushies require moneys.

How is life? Well ...