The owl hopped from one foot to another, considering the situation. Finally, it opened its beak. "But then, when would be a good time?"
I shrugged. "Not now. Not ever."
"Well," the owl said, "that's not a choice, now is it?"
I have collections of my factual(ish) nodes, my whiny bitching about my life, my prose, my poetry, and my stuff intended to confuse you - or, at least, make you laugh.
Please refrain from assuming based on my writings. The only autobiographical thing I've written here are daylogs.
I never mean to be as passive aggressive as I may come across.
Also, I may or may not totally have links to random musicals online. Ask for recommendations or if I've found anything.
Montag: I think we could stand to make SNL more NFL. Head injuries everywhere.
Montag: SNL gets concussions, the next Superbowl gets decided by folding chairs to the back of the head, and professional wrestling steadfastly refuses to hire a black woman.
Montag: Meanwhile, NHL players continue to punch each others' ovaries out in hopes of convincing someone to finally watch them.
Zephronias: Mims- can I call you mims? I'mma call you mims- Mims, I think you're a neat-o person.
E2D2: I'm too busy being angry at My other friend, a former teenage prostitute who kills people.
Excalibur: There's a degree of pollyannaism that pervades your thinking that started off as weirdly ahistorical and took a rather dark turn this evening.
Montag: Mjijm, that was very nearly amusing. I feel proud that you're learning and continuing to grow as a person.
Excalibur: mjijm you're going to take a nap this coming tuesday and when you wake up you will have a mortgage and the vague unsettling feeling that you have given up on ambitions you no longer even remember
E2D2: Threatened people in her car who may Or may not have the right to bear arms. That's your problem.
Past mottoes include: