November 16th, 2004

this is me

your supple, little frame.

"This is Hubert Cumberdale, Marjory Stewart-Baxter, and Jeremy Fisher!"

"I wonder what you taste like. Marjory Stewart-Baxter, you taste like sunshine dust! Ew! Hubert Cumberdale, you taste like soot and poo!"

"I like it when the red water comes out."

"I've been enjoying the pleasures of nettles."

"Oh! What's this rather queer looking contraption? You can be called a... nettle carrier!"

"It seems nettles have made the milk drop out from inside my teat."

I'm sorry, but Salad Fingers is one of the most amusing things that I have ever seen. Damn you, Kevin, for introducing me to it! Damn you!

My day was fair. I should be writing. I am not. Ugh.

I like to think that I am a "good" person. I mean, I write letters to people when it is the nice thing to do, I say bless you, I say excuse me, etc. Hmm. This had a point. It doesn't have one anymore. Oh well.
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