Darkschunt 
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Phew - it's been a long time since I've blogged.
In my last post, SweetRhapsody was sick, and then she infected everyone else, and I got sick too. But I battled it out and took pills and Strepsils and slept and now I'm wonderful again!
A lot has happened - on Sunday night we went to the Playerz Ball at the Ruby Room in the casino and it wasn't too bad...the music wasn't too bad and the Philosopher, from hereon known as the Philosopher from the Gutter, gave us a bunch of drinks which weren't too bad except for one shot of nasty grass which I spat out. Gah. But those drinks came from the same boys who drink whiskey neat. Who do they think are, a bunch of old English gentlemen in their libraries?
What else? I wormed a lot of secrets out from some people but I can't remember half of them now. And there was that one night where the Duchess forced me to stay up till sunrise even though everything had become boring then. The only thing I got from that night was the knowledge that breakfasts from Subway sucks.
Mmm...I braved the outdoors even while I was sick and watched The Interpreter and White Noise on Tuesday with SweetRhapsody and the Duchess. The Interpreter was pretty good. In White Noise I just wanted to kill the guy - what a doofus.
The Duchess just came into the room while I was trying to scribble in this blog. She seems a little lost and a little hurt that I'm refusing to talk to her. She asked me the same questions my mother asks which I always ignores. There is one exception - she asked me what should she do with the cake SweetRhapsody has baked for the Colored Fringe. I'm not sure why she asked me that because I have no idea what to do and have no idea why she should think that I know what to do. The only thing I do with cake is eat and have food fights.
She has left - with the cake! I think she is a little peeved at me but I am feeling so pleased with myself I don't care. When I am happy with myself the rest of the world ceases to matter.
SweetRhapsody and the DESIs should be back soon with the Colored Fringe and pizza and lots of booze. I kind of suspect that they're not buying any pineapple pizzas for me. So I won't open the door for them when they ring the doorbell. I love this world.
In my last post, SweetRhapsody was sick, and then she infected everyone else, and I got sick too. But I battled it out and took pills and Strepsils and slept and now I'm wonderful again!
A lot has happened - on Sunday night we went to the Playerz Ball at the Ruby Room in the casino and it wasn't too bad...the music wasn't too bad and the Philosopher, from hereon known as the Philosopher from the Gutter, gave us a bunch of drinks which weren't too bad except for one shot of nasty grass which I spat out. Gah. But those drinks came from the same boys who drink whiskey neat. Who do they think are, a bunch of old English gentlemen in their libraries?
What else? I wormed a lot of secrets out from some people but I can't remember half of them now. And there was that one night where the Duchess forced me to stay up till sunrise even though everything had become boring then. The only thing I got from that night was the knowledge that breakfasts from Subway sucks.
Mmm...I braved the outdoors even while I was sick and watched The Interpreter and White Noise on Tuesday with SweetRhapsody and the Duchess. The Interpreter was pretty good. In White Noise I just wanted to kill the guy - what a doofus.
The Duchess just came into the room while I was trying to scribble in this blog. She seems a little lost and a little hurt that I'm refusing to talk to her. She asked me the same questions my mother asks which I always ignores. There is one exception - she asked me what should she do with the cake SweetRhapsody has baked for the Colored Fringe. I'm not sure why she asked me that because I have no idea what to do and have no idea why she should think that I know what to do. The only thing I do with cake is eat and have food fights.
She has left - with the cake! I think she is a little peeved at me but I am feeling so pleased with myself I don't care. When I am happy with myself the rest of the world ceases to matter.
SweetRhapsody and the DESIs should be back soon with the Colored Fringe and pizza and lots of booze. I kind of suspect that they're not buying any pineapple pizzas for me. So I won't open the door for them when they ring the doorbell. I love this world.
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