[ic] charloft: Wedesnday 2/10
from the diary of Shilo Wallace
So STOP READING NOW...that means you, DAD. It's not like I can't tell when the LOCK has been broken!!!
People, animals, places, things - post some pictures of whatever gives you those tender feelings.
Well, this should be very, very easy. More than anything else in the world, I love the following.
Bugs!
Those are my favourites, obviously, but I love all bugs. Well, okay, no, I love all insects. Anything with more than six legs is unnatural. Sometimes milipedes and centipedes are excused from this, but only on a case-by-case basis. And, really, the only centipede excused is Mr. Centipede from James and the Giant Peach, which Dad never bought for me. I didn't even know it existed until recently. I think he did not want me to get any ideas in my head. Although I don't know what he expected me to think. I mean, first of all, where did he think I was going to find a real piece of fruit? That grew from a tree, in the ground, much less? I don't even know.
But that's another thing I love, James and the Giant Peach. Actually, I don't know if I love peaches, to be honest. I don't think I have ever tasted one. And James was all right, but what I really loved was escaping from somewhere terrible with a bunch of very nice insects (save for, of course, Mr. Centipede and, also, Miss Spider, who, now that I think about it, is also an exception because she was very nice, despite being an arachnid) who want to be my new family. I think I would have liked that to happen to me very much.
So, that's one of the things I love most in the world.
BLIND MAG!!!!
There is no one in the world more talented, more beautiful, more spectacular, or more wonderful than Magdalene Defoe, aka Blind Mag. ...Also known as my godmother. She was nice to me. So nice. Like, the real kind of nice, too. Not the fake nice that Mr. Largo kept putting on, every time he wanted me to sneak out of the house so I could help him get some sort of stupid revenge on my dad. Mag was nice to me because she wanted to be nice to me. Because she ccared about me and she loved me and she loved my mom.
We didn't have much time to actually be together, but I've loved her, really hard, for my whole life. I don't even think that knowing she was my godmom made me love her any more or (obviously not) any less. I'm sorry I didn't get to tell her any of that, but I'm not sorry that we only had a little bit of time together because I would rather just have had that little bit of time with her than no time at all.
I hope she knows how much I love her, even though I never got to say.
And the last thing?
:)
So STOP READING NOW...that means you, DAD. It's not like I can't tell when the LOCK has been broken!!!
People, animals, places, things - post some pictures of whatever gives you those tender feelings.
Well, this should be very, very easy. More than anything else in the world, I love the following.
Bugs!
Those are my favourites, obviously, but I love all bugs. Well, okay, no, I love all insects. Anything with more than six legs is unnatural. Sometimes milipedes and centipedes are excused from this, but only on a case-by-case basis. And, really, the only centipede excused is Mr. Centipede from James and the Giant Peach, which Dad never bought for me. I didn't even know it existed until recently. I think he did not want me to get any ideas in my head. Although I don't know what he expected me to think. I mean, first of all, where did he think I was going to find a real piece of fruit? That grew from a tree, in the ground, much less? I don't even know.
But that's another thing I love, James and the Giant Peach. Actually, I don't know if I love peaches, to be honest. I don't think I have ever tasted one. And James was all right, but what I really loved was escaping from somewhere terrible with a bunch of very nice insects (save for, of course, Mr. Centipede and, also, Miss Spider, who, now that I think about it, is also an exception because she was very nice, despite being an arachnid) who want to be my new family. I think I would have liked that to happen to me very much.
So, that's one of the things I love most in the world.
BLIND MAG!!!!
There is no one in the world more talented, more beautiful, more spectacular, or more wonderful than Magdalene Defoe, aka Blind Mag. ...Also known as my godmother. She was nice to me. So nice. Like, the real kind of nice, too. Not the fake nice that Mr. Largo kept putting on, every time he wanted me to sneak out of the house so I could help him get some sort of stupid revenge on my dad. Mag was nice to me because she wanted to be nice to me. Because she ccared about me and she loved me and she loved my mom.
We didn't have much time to actually be together, but I've loved her, really hard, for my whole life. I don't even think that knowing she was my godmom made me love her any more or (obviously not) any less. I'm sorry I didn't get to tell her any of that, but I'm not sorry that we only had a little bit of time together because I would rather just have had that little bit of time with her than no time at all.
I hope she knows how much I love her, even though I never got to say.
And the last thing?
:)