To the strongest.

the short one gets all crumple-faced when i come out to play for reconnaissance. her face gets wet, too, and she doesn't seem to like my tumour.

that's okay. i have a new room-mate, the round one. she smiles at me a lot and laughs, too. i do not think she will make a good general in the revolution, but i'm sure i can find some role for her.

the scalpel and the anaesthetic chickened out! something about the risk being too high. yeah, to their face! i am back home and the tall one says i am safe, but the world is not safe from me ( Read more... )

today i do battle with the scalpel and the anaesthetic. when the tumour is removed, the revolution will be on, baby!

the revolution turned out to be a tumour. ha! that'll teach them to leave me for a week.

okay they're really leaving without me. the revolutions starts now. bizwac is supposed to be "looking after me" but we will conquer the world together.

tin-foil-hat you can still be a general.

i am never speaking to the tall one or the short one again.

we're going to melbourne! i heard the short one say to the tall one, in her high-pitched voice, "we're going to melbourne! we're going to melbourne!" so we must be ( Read more... )

there was a large hairy spider in the bathroom. but i ate it.

it is the tall one's birthday on wednesday. i gave him three poops as an early birthday present. he didn't seem to like them much. when the revolution comes, he'll be the first against the wall.