Rosey-Thorn

And thus I have suddenly developed a British demeanor. And thus, just as suddenly as I have developed said British demeanor, I have lost it. It's good to know that I have resorted back to my original nationality, because let me tell you, nothing's more disconcerting than spontaneously generating a strange accent. The lucky advice of the week to all you homo sapiens out there is to clean your room. And no, I'm not secretly conspiring with parental units everywhere, but offering a quick way to get cash. It remains to be seen if everyone is half as absentminded as I am. After all, I'm not sure everyone tends to find forty-seven dollars tucke

Ciao to all good friends and hello to all residents of the Universe Everything In It! Hey, you know what's real entertaining? Walking your dog and looking at the neighbor girl pull Spanish moss down from the oak trees. You see, I've got tree trimming down to an art. It's got a complicated process. First off, you need a garbage can, and enough stamina to jump and run. After you have your necessary supplies, walk up to desired tree branch and position garbage can to allocated spot. Then, jump as high as you can, grabbing a handful of moss and hurl it at garbage can. Run as fast as you can so you don't get any lice or ticks or God-knows-whatels

Ciao to all friends and hello to all residents of the Universe! Before I go out and tell this so-called 'greatest thing', y'all have to understand the importance of sliced ham. Sliced ham, needless to say, is one of the most important things in my life. For several reasons. First of all, it keeps SuisesekiLover alive, which, in that itself, I'm extremely grateful. Because it's like, the only protein in her eating habits. (Sure, I may be exaggerating, but only a teensy bit) Secondly, it makes packing school lunches a heckuvalot easier. I hate making sandwiches. And thirdly! If I have never stock-piled sliced ham at my house, SuisesekiLover's