Nov 27, 2010 23:49
Oh! But I must have bottled up my sanity and tossed it out to sea!
The other day I chanced upon the most peculiar of encounters... After speaking to dear Professor Grenadine of LU's Literature department, a student passed me whom I had thought was Alfred Jones. To my horror, the man whose cheeks I kissed was in fact not Alfred but a stranger whose name I have unfortunately completely and utterly forgotten...
Was I hallucinating? Have I ill humors once more? He seemed so pleasant and demure, I had not a single urge to verbally bitch slap him or raise my hand in earnest. It's been puzzling me all weekend....
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And The Temptress appears to be up to something... I'm not certain about the looks she keeps shooting Rhema Lee and less so about her tendency to take calls to the shop even when I've distinctly told her to keep her personal affairs off the business line...
Is she seeing someone else-? I... do not know what to think....
whipped up whitman,
dearest remy,
the broken apollo,
what's this what's this?,
ode to the temptress