Because the wellsprings of creativity have dried up for me 'lo this past week--indeed I have lost the wherewithal to write at all--I'm going to leave it up to you, my esteemed LJ friends, to provide this entry's content. No need to thank me, I am known to demonstrate random acts of unselfishness now and again
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I will mention another kinda funny incident where I was upstairs and heard this weird sort of screamy gasp coming from downstairs. Pushing away from my computer, I moseyed on down to have a look-see.
Turning the corner and going into the kitchen, I found Pineapple backed up against the dishwasher, staring in comical horror on the ground. I looked down, too, and spied a little cricket.
Now I guess I'd understand if the cricket were sporting dripping fangs or a missile strapped to it's abdomen or something, but this was an utterly simple and utterly harmless creature. I mean, Jiminy Cricket's more frightening what with his jazz hands and all.
I walked in, scooped up Asmodai and chucked him outside. When I walked back inside, Pineapple already had the sink turned on while holding out the dishwashing liquid. "Wash," he commanded. Well, I wasn't going to take orders from such an obvious wuss, but I noticed he was still a little green, so I complied.
(And because it must be asked.) What are your thoughts on yaoi?
Listen, I'm a big fan of anime and all, but I don't know that I'm down with all that boy/boy spanky love, yo. It's all just drawn slash, isn't it? No thanks. Het only.
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