Wednesday, December 12, 2001
Awww, I finally get a chance to come back and there's a post aobut me! *is touched, by wriggly blue spiders of happiness* Er.. I think I'm happy about the spiders, anyway... nice spiders.. fluffy little thingies... yes...
Aaaiiie I'm so tired... but I'm gunna try and come and visit more often now that I'm alive (sort of) again. Those ressurected people make it look so easy... actually, they don't, there seems to be a lot of blood and moaning involved.. anyway, I'm here again now. But you can guess Where Was Wendy, and there will be gelitinous beverages available for all who can come up with something that makes it sound like I have a cool and fulfilling life-spanner... gelitinous beverages will also be available to those who don't, but that's not the issue here. The issue here is globalisation of a non-polarised community village. 'Cept without the hanggliders. They always mess up my cooking. I try not to feed them at the beach becuase there's signs up about that sort of thing, but they're so cute when they hop around squaking and waving their little bits of metal guidance rod thingies at you and flapping their brightly coloured parachute material... anyway where was I? Oh yes, I was about to go to sleep. And so I am. Goodnight, night, night, night? Evening. Actually, more night. Yeah. I think I'll eat an apple first. Mmm. Dried apple. Anyway. Sleep. And apple. Bye!
Aaaiiie I'm so tired... but I'm gunna try and come and visit more often now that I'm alive (sort of) again. Those ressurected people make it look so easy... actually, they don't, there seems to be a lot of blood and moaning involved.. anyway, I'm here again now. But you can guess Where Was Wendy, and there will be gelitinous beverages available for all who can come up with something that makes it sound like I have a cool and fulfilling life-spanner... gelitinous beverages will also be available to those who don't, but that's not the issue here. The issue here is globalisation of a non-polarised community village. 'Cept without the hanggliders. They always mess up my cooking. I try not to feed them at the beach becuase there's signs up about that sort of thing, but they're so cute when they hop around squaking and waving their little bits of metal guidance rod thingies at you and flapping their brightly coloured parachute material... anyway where was I? Oh yes, I was about to go to sleep. And so I am. Goodnight, night, night, night? Evening. Actually, more night. Yeah. I think I'll eat an apple first. Mmm. Dried apple. Anyway. Sleep. And apple. Bye!
