Because I am Silly With Sleepy and Sheep.
Jan. 19th, 2008 09:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladymirthDear Flist,
I got through the TOEFL okay. It was anexcrusi excrusicating excruciating day, but you were all right in the end. It was nothing to worry about. Except for the fact that IT NEVER SEEMED TO END that is.
But it did. So it's all good.
Incidentally, I have the bestest flist in the whole wide LJ and I shall duel anybody who says otherwise! En garde! Am looking at you Alexander Hamilton! Whoever you are!
*waves foot ruler in the air*
Yeah, I tooked my sedatives again. Is that a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's SHEEP! Counting sheep, as in. Ha.
Anyway, where was I? Yeah, you guys are great. Greatest. Shall squish every one of you! SQUISH! GIANT SQUISH! GENERAL-PRINCIPLE-SQUISH! ONE-LAST-SQUISH!
When I am a rich and famous author with legions of batshit fans who drive me to live in a heavily fortified house protected by vicious guard dogs and lawyers, I shall send you all rich gifts. You shall only have to name them, be it chocolates or signed first copies you can sell in the black market or imported gigolos from Milan.
(Do you know I once thought that the gigolo was a type of fish? Right up until I was informed that it was actually a woodwind instrument of peasant origin. Or maybe I'm thinking of something else. It makes me think of Joan Collins, for some reason.)
Right. Hafta go now. The Sheep are coming to arrest me for the flagrant abuse of the common exclamation point. I shall contest that charge! There is nothing common about the exclamation point!
*YAWN* *iz zleepy*
Flist? Have I told you I wuv you yet?
I got through the TOEFL okay. It was an
But it did. So it's all good.
Incidentally, I have the bestest flist in the whole wide LJ and I shall duel anybody who says otherwise! En garde! Am looking at you Alexander Hamilton! Whoever you are!
*waves foot ruler in the air*
Yeah, I tooked my sedatives again. Is that a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's SHEEP! Counting sheep, as in. Ha.
Anyway, where was I? Yeah, you guys are great. Greatest. Shall squish every one of you! SQUISH! GIANT SQUISH! GENERAL-PRINCIPLE-SQUISH! ONE-LAST-SQUISH!
When I am a rich and famous author with legions of batshit fans who drive me to live in a heavily fortified house protected by vicious guard dogs and lawyers, I shall send you all rich gifts. You shall only have to name them, be it chocolates or signed first copies you can sell in the black market or imported gigolos from Milan.
(Do you know I once thought that the gigolo was a type of fish? Right up until I was informed that it was actually a woodwind instrument of peasant origin. Or maybe I'm thinking of something else. It makes me think of Joan Collins, for some reason.)
Right. Hafta go now. The Sheep are coming to arrest me for the flagrant abuse of the common exclamation point. I shall contest that charge! There is nothing common about the exclamation point!
*YAWN* *iz zleepy*
Flist? Have I told you I wuv you yet?
