Mercutio has found, much to his delight, that with the onset of winter and heavy snows, there are also icicles dangling off the edges of the porch. So this will be a cheery madman in the main room, weilding a 3-foot icicle and looking for someone to challenge to a duel.

*lives, by the way, and will be lounging on a couch somewhere, munching on an apple. just in case anyone wanted to be bothered by him.

Hey, Gorgeous? I have a favor to ask, if you don't mind.

And if you like cherries, I can pay you in cherries. *hefts up a small bucket of dark cherries* Apparently they're in season.

By the way, I should make a note of this so I don't forget the due date again.

Tybalt's a girl and pregnant with my child, for any of you who hadn't heard. It's so wrong, I know. The world weeps at the thought of my spawn.

It's due in December. Mark your calendars for the end of the world.

Oh, and by the way, in case anyone was wondering, Tybalt finally gave in and admitted his feelings for me, so he's now my willing sex-slave. Feeds me grapes, dotes on me and everything. Rumor has it he was even caught composing erotic poetry in my honor. Just so you know. It's official ( Read more... )

*weeps bitterly*

I met a man today.

I call him Bunny.

*grins*

*shaking ( Read more... )

( To Romeo )

*gets in an argument with Juliet over whether or not Romeo still loves her*

He hates me.

*drinks himself sick*

... I hate me, too.