Current mood:

contemplative

Of Chalk
Put down the chalk eh? That is probably the most simplisticly brilliant, yet profound, way of telling me to get over myself that I've heard resently. Well played to you madam.

Oh, and come down to visit damnit! >.<

I'll even cook. I've got a great recipie for seasoned potatos.

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Kaytea and I continue to get along; it's almost frightening. I keep waiting for one of us to go "AH HA!" and pull forth some hidden knife from some dark place. Yet it never happens; she is content with her hippieness, I am content with my geekiness, and Mary Ann is just grateful that she doesn't have to deal with us being idiotic to each other. And by "Idiotic to each other", I mean "Deal with her boyfriend being an ass to her best friend."

Just so we all know that I understand the way the game was played.

It became a step odder, when Mary Ann, Kaytea, and myself....worked TOGETHER on something. And we did WELL. Creepy.

Frogs should be falling from the sky any day now, for it is the end of times, and we are not prepared.\

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There is something amiss. Something should be making sense and it doesn't. Someone exchanged the saltpeter for salt 'n pepper in my gunpowder, and now I do not get an earth shattering kaboom.

More to come I guess.