calypsa | 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.

Mad as Fish

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