Mad as Fish

That's right, everyone here is mad as fish. I said it once, and I'll say it again. Between Krista and Sam yelling back and forth in midget voices and singing the Milkshake song (the horror) (actually, it was quite funny) and random singing and outbursts (BLINDING MEAT!! {it's meat that blinds}) I don't really know how anyone could stay sane here. Not that I was sane when I got here in the first place. So I'm not really complaining, just, blathering on about nothing in particular. And since no one's reading this, I'm not bothering anyone, either. So it's all good. Maybe, since no one is reading this, I could divulge my deepest darkest secret. Here goes. . .

Oh, never mind. Nobody would care anyway how I feel about -----------.

So I won't bother. Well, it's been nice not talking to you.

Vive la France! (et Monsieur Spike) (et Monsieur -----------)

But at least I'm not Renfield. Ewwww, flies. And spiders. And sparrows.

Ewww.

Ohhhhh, freaky

Just got back from the "Ghost stories, Part One" night of my horror in film and story class. It was kinda fun, and a little freaky, what with the windowless room, red candles, and my professor. And some of the more insipid members of the class telling their stories. That was the real horror. Anyway, it was fun. I have top tell my story tomorrow. I call it "The Omen of Death," but I won't be telling them that tomorrow. Wouldn't want to give away the mystery. Anyway, yeah. Back to my search for Buffy pics for my screen saver. Toodles!