November 18th, 2002

HAT.

(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
dis_of_durin
entwife
rankin_bass
ringwraith_ii
shelob_of_ungol
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.