I love gwen
Dec. 19th, 2001 05:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I sent out an email inviting folk for an xmess orphan dinner and darling gwen responded in her own inimitable way:
I'd love to drop in but I think I will be holed up in my own apartment
tinkering with the temporal construct and making the cats destroy cardboard
cities while John makes Japanese monster noises.
I'm in trouble at work again. We just had our holiday potluck and one of
the partners got up to make a speech, which began with, "Its that time of
year again, the time of year when we..." I swear, if he hadn't paused for
so long it wouldn't have been at all audible when I said, "...kill the king
so the sun comes back."
damn...I'm still laughing.
I'd love to drop in but I think I will be holed up in my own apartment
tinkering with the temporal construct and making the cats destroy cardboard
cities while John makes Japanese monster noises.
I'm in trouble at work again. We just had our holiday potluck and one of
the partners got up to make a speech, which began with, "Its that time of
year again, the time of year when we..." I swear, if he hadn't paused for
so long it wouldn't have been at all audible when I said, "...kill the king
so the sun comes back."
damn...I'm still laughing.
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Date: 2001-12-19 05:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2001-12-19 06:05 pm (UTC)you ARE alive
come back to us, all is forgiven.
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Date: 2001-12-20 11:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2001-12-20 12:14 pm (UTC)I just love it when you to go after each other....
hmmm hey gwen...scott said you have cooties, big purple ones...hey scott gwen said you have a square head and eat marshmallow fluff for breakfast.
/me stands back hoping to incite something.
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Date: 2001-12-20 03:14 pm (UTC)p.s. Stop eating that marshmallow fluff for breakfast, though - it'll screw up your hormone levels like you wouldn't believe.
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As far as ganging up on Jyllian I think thats a great idea. We'll need to plan this in advance so what do you say to around 8ish at my place. (bow-chicka-chicka-bow-wow)
Hey, it's not my fault. Personally I blame the marshmallow fluff.