Dotty Parker

prodigious weird

I'm getting weirder by the minute, it seems, and having problems with my computer. I think it detects that I'm getting weird. It detects it and wants to be a part of it all. So it acts like it's being a part of it all. Perhaps I should be less weird.

Perhaps I should but I know I won't.

I've been writing to Mr. Guy this morning. He's often amused by what I send him. This morning I think that I've done an excellent job of amusing. I do hope he'll forgive me if I post some of my message to him here. He might forgive me. He'd certainly miss the increasingly infrequent emails I send.

Is Mr. Apostrophe still married? Still getting a divorce some day maybe we don't know when but have faith? Is he stunningly attractive? Is that why he's being passed around like a joint, getting summarily covered with saliva, and then being passed again? I suppose it must be nice to be found so attractive and to be covered in saliva (maybe not the second part) but to be so attractive and then passed around an incestuous circle of friends all the while just being a general weird-o and playing all kinds of "head games" (never ever ever put that in a personal ad. Unless you really hate the friend you're writing it for. Then definitely say it. Along with "someone who's honest and open. Alcohol free, Christian values." Smart people should run screaming.). Honestly, I don't think it would be nice. It'd be like having the candle burning at one end while having someone else give it more fuel somehow. I hope no one's smoking him when he's all through. They'll get burned lips and probably end up married to him. I wonder if that's what happened...

I'm very impressed with myself.

Oh! And I've been forgetting to show you this!

Spank!

There are two stuffed animals who live on our bed. There's Bear the Dog who has slept on my bed since I started going to my schmancy university. Then there's Sheep. Sheep has recently joined us because we were afraid that Bear would be lonely. So up the stairs with Sheep.

Bear and Sheep tend to get jumbled together since they sleep between or behind our pillows. When we came back from Englad this is what I found.

I think Sheep is going to spank Bear. I swear this is what I found. I was so astonished that I called BrilliantEditor up to see it.

I think we got home before they expected.

Posted by dotty at July 17, 2003 11:19 AM