A place for weasels, waffles, pancakes, bunnies and monkeys, as well as the occasional engaging biped to verbally wander, ponder, work up a lather, blather, get in a dither and discover but then forget to write down the meaning of life on their way to have a smoke & make a joke.
Drama prone, poo-flinging primates need not apply. Hall passes & haul passes freely granted. Passes at girls with glasses highly encouraged. 'Verbal warnings' & corporate nonsense strictly verboten.
Monday, November 14, 2005
I want a dog
There. I said it.
[I suppose there's a greater message here that my subconconcious is trying to convey, but hell if I know what it is.]