StumbleUpon and Cookie Love
I have just been introduced to the wonders of stumbling (noob, yeah) and chanced upon this lovely prompt site called Oneword. You get a random word and a minute to write. Couldn't resist a go.
My word: Bandage
It hurts, come on mate you could just stay there and watch me or you could wrap this around and make our lives a lot easier. Yeah, thanks. Ow--watch it! You look strange like this, all puffed up. Stop laughing!
Mental note: Must write about angry, angry Mello.
On other news, cats are having a brawl on top of my roof as I type. It doesn't help that my gay Japanese spitz wants to join the ruckus. To top it off, there's another cat in heat, mewling like the prized booty in the other cats' epic battle for her affection.
And my sisters inform me the gophers rats inside the ceiling are highly agitated these days.
Another note, I have just barely escaped being torn to pieces by my ravenous and violent sisters for refusing to give them my bag of Knott's cranberry white chocolate cookies which they had previously shunned for other fancier desserts. Only I saw them for their true worth! Only I who held them with fondness!
After taking temporary refuge in my room, I cleverly replaced the bag of cookies with a cd case inside its tin container. Only to be foiled by a twist of irony when I entrusted the valued tin to my mum for safekeeping, she accidentally dropped the tin in front of my sisters, revealing my trickery. Needless to say, this enraged them and they unleashed a furious attack on my being.
Now, I'm in shambles for my valiant efforts in defending the whereabouts of the baked delights. Those greedy barbarians, blinded by sweet, crunchy pieces of heaven! But this standstill rests on uneasy grounds now that my parents have left and I am alone in this cookie battle.
Courage. The enemy outnumbers me, two to one. I must stay vigilant. This war wages on.