Monday April 19, 2004

Sandbox Lamentations: Introduction filed in Guests

Somewhere in my childhood self, an effusive diarist lurked.

I'm certain of it.

Had I mastery enough of my little hands to wield skinny sticks with lead or ink inside, my early years would be in paperback by now.

No, I'm sure I'd have been no Anne Frank, but she had that whole Holocaust thing going for her.

Um. That may have been in incredibly poor taste. Handbasket to hell? One ticket, please.

kate

FOUNDING MEMBERS DO NOT NEED TICKETS.

krissa - Monday April 19, 2004 19:46

A ROLLING STONE GATHERS NO MOSS.

King Pete - Monday April 19, 2004 20:21

LET HE WHO IS WITHOUT SIN GET DOWN AND DIRTY TONIGHT.

Adrian - Monday April 19, 2004 20:23

i get the twitchy feeling i'm being mocked. kate, defend my honor.

krissa - Monday April 19, 2004 21:27

*brandishes sword*

i mean, er, polka dot baseball bat.

kate - Monday April 19, 2004 22:39

Shouldn't that read PINK polka dot bat?

Angel - Monday April 19, 2004 23:34

Should't that be pink polka dot bikini ...

Adrian - Monday April 19, 2004 23:53

one doesn't brandish a bikini. one flaunts it.

kate - Tuesday April 20, 2004 01:13

Don't let me stop any flaunting.

Adrian - Tuesday April 20, 2004 01:19

Oh god, I feel some fishnets coming on.

Not personally, you understand, just the sight of them.

Graybo - Tuesday April 20, 2004 10:34

Surely you cant be meaning me?

Adrian - Tuesday April 20, 2004 10:37

"I feel some fishnets coming on." sounds like you're trapped in a drive-by Tranny make-over.

"Quick, get the lipstick on him and give him a close shave! Hurry, before the rozzers show up!"

D - Tuesday April 20, 2004 11:30

It's a tough neighbourhood here - drive-by trannie makeovers occur so often that it doesn't make the papers any more.

Graybo - Tuesday April 20, 2004 12:15

..and to make it worse I'm not sure I can lay my hands on a polka dot bat. Pink or blue are this season's colours I'm afraid.

Stuart - Tuesday April 20, 2004 14:43
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