Jul 28, 2006 13:13
I think I scared my roomate last night.
WEnt off on a tangent about fish drumting while they sink.
Drumting is a word.
It's a MorganWord.
Do you know what it means?
Drumt Away Baby.
She thought I was high.
So not true.
Unless someone spiked my limonade.
Which I doubt.
Merely hyperactive and silly.
Like now.
I am returning to the nest tomorrow.
Lucky me.
I miss my fish.
Wait, I don't have fish anymore.
But I want fish.
Again.
When I go to my Grandmother's I am going to get a beta.
Fighting fish.
Sparkly. Shiney. Wow. Yeah.
Good Morning.
Good Evening.
Good Night.
Birthday shoutouts to Kir.
I can't hear you shout.
Louder.
If you think this entry is the result of an outside substance sit on your hands.
If you think I care stick out your tounge.
If you don't give a damn flip the bird to the person sitting to your left.
Then right.
If you are tired of this twisted form of Simon Says...
Stop Reading.
Morgan Says. (Happy Lilykins?)