Well helloooooooooo again, world! Nice to see you, how have ya been?
I’ve been very well, thanks, very well indeed!
And, it appears that my home has been very well as well! That’s a lot of “well”s, perhaps I should remedy that and start changing my use of words. I have been good. Yes, good. That isn’t proper grammar, but who really gives a flying fuck these days?
Oh. Excuse my language.
I mean, who really gives a flying pancake?
Pancakes. God, I love pancakes. Barney loves pancakes too, so I’ve heard. I’ve been hearing lots of things lately about Barney and pancakes and life in general, isn’t it so lovely to have your sonar on all the time? It really makes for some good listening! I mean even though there has not been that many people around lately, it is so good to know that there are conversations of epic going on. That’s how I heard that my home was living again, after all – I heard it with my own ears, through the grapevine!
I wonder how people even thought to use that word. Grapevine.
Perhaps Courant made it up. I don’t suppose that I will ever know. You know, sometimes I ask myself if I really care about all that. And the face of the matter is, I don’t!
I don’t have a care in the world.
Which, you know, might be the entire reason why I am, as they say, knocked up. My eggo is in fact prego!
I don’t mind at all. Actually, this is a rather good challenge, I think. Much like, say, a game! I shall think of this thing of a game, and be warned, I do not take well to losing. No prizes. Just the pride and glory of being me!
Oh, I remember this place! The place of healing and sisterhood and all things nice, much like the powerpuff girls. Sugar, spice, everything nice! And please do not forget chemical X. That shit cray. I do have to wonder if my dear Angel is here, or the head honcho healer; how long have I been gone? I’m not very sure at all, but I do hope to see some familiar faces. It’s awfully hard not to just run through the jungle, but I have to go slower these days cuz of the whole prego eggo thing, you know. As I said before, I’m really not about to lose this game.
I like winning streaks, you see.
“Helloooooooo, I’m hoooooooome,” am I loud? I’m not sure. I never really hear myself, and that’ okay. I mean, what’s the point of that? As long as the other healers can hear me and Barney can hear me, life is good.
Speaking of which, where has he gone off to now? “Barrrrney, where are you?! Bollocks.” Insert squinty, frustrated face here. This is just SO typical.
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