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Apr. 16th, 2008 12:29 pmWhilst undoubtably on the lower side of odd for this particular environ, is it just me or has there been a certain lyrical upswing of late? A cursory inspection of the journals has revealed no less than three separate instances of inexplicable poesy, with some indication on the part of the participants that it is less than voluntary. Which strikes me as mildly, how should I put it . . . weird as sod.
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Date: 2008-04-16 06:20 pm (UTC)What the hell is wrong with that?
I gave up. Ate eggs. :(
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Date: 2008-04-16 07:37 pm (UTC)Then I confess a secret:
It was delicious.
Furthermore, there is no shame in eggs. Even if the syllables don't fit.
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Date: 2008-04-16 07:40 pm (UTC)Next time I'll get you, Gadget.
Next time.
... hey, I think it's wearing off a little.
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Date: 2008-04-16 07:47 pm (UTC)It wasn't your toast.
For the community, mate!
I require a cat.
(For ominous stroking purposes, you know.)
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Date: 2008-04-16 07:53 pm (UTC)You can go pet Shamu. Although he's pissed because I had to trim his claws last night and he totally hates that and he's sulking.
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Date: 2008-04-16 08:00 pm (UTC)Cheers for the offer, but I feel an ominous stroking-cat should be a longhair -- a persian for preferance, though I suppose a himalayan will do in a pinch. Besides which, I have once before been subjected to the freshly-trimmed claws of Shamu, and as such do not intend to touch him again until either the sharp edges have worn off or it's my turn with a healing factor again.
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Date: 2008-04-16 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-16 08:25 pm (UTC)