I like drunk wobbly people…they a’ight!

Sometimes the things I have to work on just simply leave me cold. I don’t want to do them. And I know that’s being undisciplined, but whatever—something that should (or could, rather) take about four or five hours stretches to require a majority of the day.

Blecch.

So! On to the next subject!

Today I didn’t see Mehitabel, but I left food and water for her, and I did see her brother—he is a black tux with one black toe.

Okay—Episode Two of FoL is tomorrow, and I found two funny reviews of Episode one here and here. And yes, Somethin’ seems to really have…erm…pooped on the staircase. And he kept her. God help us all.

And anyone who tells me that this isn’t at least half-staged, I will call a liar; there is NO WAY Buckwild is for real. NO WAY. If it weren’t for the fact that Flav asked Big Rick to help him name Eye’z (that was my personal tip-off), I would have thought Buckwild was the spy because of the way she was acting.

I really want macaroni and cheese right now (*my* recipe, which is awesome), and something on pumpernickel. Okay…what was I talking about again?











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