Sep 07, 2009 07:44
[Lots of scratching outs until she finally gives up]
This latest trial the Sphere has pressed upon us is truly aggravating. I feel utterly ridiculous writing like this.
A young gentleman by the name of 'Skulls' accosted me in the Marketplace today. He wishes for me to tell the Sphere that should anyone wishes to locate him, it would perhaps be best to simply find him at work or at home. He shall not be writing in his journal, or even looking at it, until this vexation has left it. It is hard for him to read, apparently.
Oh, Juliet. My new coiffure is marvelous, and it looks magnificent. I must thank you.
[[Translation: Okay, this is really stupid, and some giant named Skulls wants me to tell everyone he's alive, but until this crazy goes away, he's not writing or looking at his journal. Too many fancy words.
Oh, Jules. I love my haircut! Thanks a bunch!]]
hair,
♥will,
thanks,
yay,
♥bridge,
purple prose