November 18th, 2002


(no subject)

I have kidnapped the Sporkthing. It has been bound and gagged and locked in my bas- ... deposited in a secret location. I'm fuckin sick of her slacking off. I am now the mun. Neato.

So that would put me in charge of the following puppets
And oooh... press badges... There is potential in this sock drawer. Well, except maybe that enamoured tree and the giggly dwarf chick. Eh, I'll find a use for them.

In other news, I have a new hat. Old hatband, Toffee coughed that up, the fucker. For some reason beyond my comprehension this hat is still alive. Not only that but it has a fucking journal.

If you'll excuse me, I have some Plotting to do.