4/12/05

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I'm back home again! YaY! Targe-hell released me! Until tomorrow anyway.
So, tell me my preciouseseses...how many of you do shop at Target? It seems quite a few of you mention the Store That Eats My Soul Daily. Actually, it's not to bad a place to work, as long as you follow their unreasonable demands rules.

so. I'm off to see what fun things you've been up to today--and I hope to have a little reading material for you tonight!
I love you fiercely, like a mother wolf loves her pups--without that throwing up raw meat thing though.

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4/12/05 07:40 pm
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Ick.
That is all.
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Imagine I'm waving my arms up and down and my head is rotating and little lights are blinking on and off. Go ahead. I'll wait. Are you doing it? Good! (you know, sadly i'm built as lot like that robot.) Ah, anyway the warning is there will be a lot of posting going on here, but it'll be a lot of different stories. why? I don't know--because I feel like it? I just want to share with you, my friends. Plus I'm trying to get my thoughts together for Alexei.

Thus, while we wait for Pete to be rescued from selling the Bitter Matches of Despair on the cold and slushy Street Corner of Psychic Pain and Alexei to get back from Father and Son Day at the Day Camp of Wildy Inappropiate Behavior here's a little something I think I might call Dis Pater...you know me, I like to kick the titles around a bit. Anyhoo--tell me what you think, please! *holds little hat in tiny t-rex paws and turns shimmery anime eyes up to you, (would a lip quiver be overkill?)*

Dis Pater...maybe )