JERI. JERI. MY SUBCONSCIOUS IS HORRIBLE AND MADE OF INTERNETS.
Okay, so I have been Timming like a madwoman. I have not been playing St. John Allerdyce at all becuase I am lazy and negligent and I never talk to Jeri anymore *weepz* BUT, yesterday on dear_mun I saw another one! From hell-wisconsin! Which is run by a trif.. quadro... RECTANGLE OF EVIL, Jeri Karra Kay and Dele! So I thought to myself, "Perhaps that is Jeri! I'll have John say hi, just because I can!" Aaaand, that was that, or so I thought.
No, but then later I fell asleep, and at one point, do not ask me why, there was a car in my basement. I was busily playing a video game. In that car, in the driver's seat, was a St. John Allerdyce, and also, uh, a St. John Allerdyce >_______> and I was talking to them on and off and at some point I looked over and fhdjfhsajd what, one of them was um on his knees and I was like "OKAY GUYS, HAY, THIS IS MY BASEMENT ;___; .......... OKAY FINE DON'T STOP"
dude what
WHAT.
I swear to god I have NEVER ever thought about that ever, srsly, it has not ever occurred to me even as "lol what if"
I've never even parallel-considered it for the Tims because, well, Tim is not turned on by himself. Quite the opposite, in fact. Uh, but I guess it might make more sense for John because. Because he's sort of more vain than Tim? WAIT WHAT AM I SAYING NONE OF THIS MAKES SENSE AGH XD
Also, this is a terribly jarring entry to follow the one where I am really upset about Winston dying in my hands, but. Well, at first I was very sad and looking at everything in the house made me sad, because he has either 1) climbed on 2) chewed on or 3) pooped behind everything in the goddamn house, and his cage is at the foot of my bed and :(
but. I still had Rosencrantz, whose tiny insanity soothed. And at least Winston was a small hamster and not a cat which is even worse.
And eventually I went out and I bought two brother hamsters and named them Bruce and Clark. I still have trouble telling them apart because the only thing that is different is you have to look at their white face markings and they won't sit still; also I think Clark is slightly fatter than Bruce. They are rambunctious and very silly. When they want to go out the exit tube from the sleeping area they have to fight about it for some reason, and put their paws in each other's faces. They are much more spazzy than Winston. Winston was laidback. He slept all damn day and sometimes wouldn't get up until 11 PM. Whereas Bruce and Clark get up all the time, tussle, run on the wheel noisily, gnaw on the bars. etc.
That is all.
No, but then later I fell asleep, and at one point, do not ask me why, there was a car in my basement. I was busily playing a video game. In that car, in the driver's seat, was a St. John Allerdyce, and also, uh, a St. John Allerdyce >_______> and I was talking to them on and off and at some point I looked over and fhdjfhsajd what, one of them was um on his knees and I was like "OKAY GUYS, HAY, THIS IS MY BASEMENT ;___; .......... OKAY FINE DON'T STOP"
dude what
WHAT.
I swear to god I have NEVER ever thought about that ever, srsly, it has not ever occurred to me even as "lol what if"
I've never even parallel-considered it for the Tims because, well, Tim is not turned on by himself. Quite the opposite, in fact. Uh, but I guess it might make more sense for John because. Because he's sort of more vain than Tim? WAIT WHAT AM I SAYING NONE OF THIS MAKES SENSE AGH XD
Also, this is a terribly jarring entry to follow the one where I am really upset about Winston dying in my hands, but. Well, at first I was very sad and looking at everything in the house made me sad, because he has either 1) climbed on 2) chewed on or 3) pooped behind everything in the goddamn house, and his cage is at the foot of my bed and :(
but. I still had Rosencrantz, whose tiny insanity soothed. And at least Winston was a small hamster and not a cat which is even worse.
And eventually I went out and I bought two brother hamsters and named them Bruce and Clark. I still have trouble telling them apart because the only thing that is different is you have to look at their white face markings and they won't sit still; also I think Clark is slightly fatter than Bruce. They are rambunctious and very silly. When they want to go out the exit tube from the sleeping area they have to fight about it for some reason, and put their paws in each other's faces. They are much more spazzy than Winston. Winston was laidback. He slept all damn day and sometimes wouldn't get up until 11 PM. Whereas Bruce and Clark get up all the time, tussle, run on the wheel noisily, gnaw on the bars. etc.
That is all.