In apology for contributing to the flood of pointless survey results, an entry. Text and everything
*mildly deranged laughter* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA VICTORY!
Yes, my friends, the butterflies are no more. The yard is littered with sizzling butterfly bits. Mua ha ha ha. Celeborn is so glad to see them gone (he still resents the loss of his goblin and psychic teddy bear) that he's choosing to ignore the fact that the pesticide turned his rosebushes black, and that he stained his khakis when he fell into a puddle of the junk while frolicking and taunting the butterfly demon corpses. He also cut his hair when I wasn't looking. Weird.
< edit > Uh, he's painting the kitchen black now. He just finished recoordinating it with greens and blues yesterday. Um. I've never seen him wear that much hair gel before.
Yes, my friends, the butterflies are no more. The yard is littered with sizzling butterfly bits. Mua ha ha ha. Celeborn is so glad to see them gone (he still resents the loss of his goblin and psychic teddy bear) that he's choosing to ignore the fact that the pesticide turned his rosebushes black, and that he stained his khakis when he fell into a puddle of the junk while frolicking and taunting the butterfly demon corpses. He also cut his hair when I wasn't looking. Weird.
< edit > Uh, he's painting the kitchen black now. He just finished recoordinating it with greens and blues yesterday. Um. I've never seen him wear that much hair gel before.