I have been wanting to post comments on my favorite blogs:
fairybutler (thank you for posting that rave review of ned's saloon! very exciting indeed!!!)
postmodern debunker's loveless
Why is blogger foresaking my intensity? He is limiting my powers. This is a situation of graves proportionality. Meanwhile. I am having to express myself in a new post.
I am dreaming of a courtyard with a fountain of putti surrounded by lovely green topiary in the form of large mushrooms and other fungi. The sky is turning purple and peach from all the toxins. The next dream is of me underground in a rat maze. Oversized rats meet me at every turn and give me bits of advice. My hair gets all knotty. I meet a troll who combs my knots out gently, using spray leave-in conditioner that Beth always uses. I cram for my next exam. I win several prizes. I am the king of the rally. These are my truest dreams.
Also, I am chewing gum over and over. When the flavor leaves the piece, I remove the gum from my mouth and put it on an unsuspecting co-worker. Over and over, more gum. I have ten packs today. I am hoping to surreptitiously place gum on everyone I work with.
I can't wait to begin my drinking today. I have vowed to wait until at least 3 before I suckle the wineskin.
Thank you for your time, once again. I love thee.