"I'm a fairy! I'm a fairy!"
Well, I think that Cenza wrote the story about Lydia but she's not going to tell me.
Hmmm...I walked back home from Ossington and Queen. The streetcar just wouldn't come and I felt lonely. It wasn't all that cold but there was a lot of ice and the traction on my shoes wasn't very good, to say the least. When I was walking I talked to myself. I tend to do that a lot...especially now and it doesn't seem as if anyone has even noticed or cared. Oh, well. More good conversation for me.
My dad told me that when he was a little younger than my brother he would dance through his house singing, "I'm a fairy, I'm a fairy!" He did this to annoy my grandfather. I couldn't stop laughing...because this is my father we're talking about here. The Head Cheese.
"Mary! Look at his eyes! He's been out sniffing glue again!"
Time to practice the Vivaldi Double Concerto. Oh, god. We're supposed to play what we have have tomorrow!
Hmmm...I walked back home from Ossington and Queen. The streetcar just wouldn't come and I felt lonely. It wasn't all that cold but there was a lot of ice and the traction on my shoes wasn't very good, to say the least. When I was walking I talked to myself. I tend to do that a lot...especially now and it doesn't seem as if anyone has even noticed or cared. Oh, well. More good conversation for me.
My dad told me that when he was a little younger than my brother he would dance through his house singing, "I'm a fairy, I'm a fairy!" He did this to annoy my grandfather. I couldn't stop laughing...because this is my father we're talking about here. The Head Cheese.
"Mary! Look at his eyes! He's been out sniffing glue again!"
Time to practice the Vivaldi Double Concerto. Oh, god. We're supposed to play what we have have tomorrow!