One of the squashes committed suicide in the microwave and barfed its squash-y guts up.

Cass, I need this for my next tag, pretty please?

I am so there, Anne.

Sincerely,

Crampy McParanoiapants

So me. And I'm so there with y'all, it isn't even funny. Well. I suppose someone observing my behavior, or my night-before the flood sleepless delirium might find it funny. In a not ha-ha sort of way.

And erika? Don't rightly knowya, but boring? That seems as unlikely as Munch cracking a smile for no good reason. I love your Homicidamania and, frankly, am seriously nicknaming my sweetie "Bunky." Seriously. I've already tried it out once. Think it might stick.

Exploding squash! Squash is comedy gold, I tell ya. Years ago, I saw a print of a bunch of crooknecked squash decked out like an operating room crew. The squash on the table had a surgical drape and artistically applied ketchup. Absolutely killed me.

Hey, some glitter shoes are just fine. Especially black glitter shoes. Or red glitter ballet flats.

I really do want and need ballet flats. Especially glittery ones. And, on a related note, I would kill to own glittery Dorothy slippers.

Kill.

IJS.

t runs through thread wearing only tiara and glittery ruby slippers

chases -t through the thread, moving speedily by virtue of her trainers. cackles madly.

although, in reality, I'm sitting here eating koshary.

Mmmmmm koshary! Starchiest of all known foodstuffs! Cheapest of Egyptian food! Rice, macaroni, 2 kinds of noodles, lentils, chickpeas and crispy fried onions, served with a tomato sauce and chili and/or garlic according to one's taste.

It couldn't be starchier. Well, short of being stuffed into a bun and served with fries.

Mmmmm koshary.

serial:

Apparently the best way to guage what a school is like is to do a quick goth count.

Gronk. Still hormonal, but feeling much less paranoid. I greatly appreciated the sympathy, the empathy, and the compliments.

Mmmmmm koshary! Starchiest of all known foodstuffs! Cheapest of Egyptian food! Rice, macaroni, 2 kinds of noodles, lentils, chickpeas and crispy fried onions, served with a tomato sauce and chili and/or garlic according to one's taste.

It couldn't be starchier. Well, short of being stuffed into a bun and served with fries.

Oh, yum. That sounds fabulous. The odds of me getting any at 7:30 in the morning, in a bedroom community of Boston are slim-to-none-to-negative, though.

I no longer get paranoid at the communist invasion. Instead, I get soul sucking anxiety attacks. Actually, they're sucking much less of my soul these days. I just have to figure out whether that's because they're easing up, or there's less soul to suck.

It couldn't be starchier. Well, short of being stuffed into a bun and served with fries.

Yum.

I desperately need to do laundry. I had no clean shirts from the ones that I assumed fit me, so I grabbed a size medium shirt out of my drawer, thinking that it would be a little tight but not obscenely so. Turns out, it fits perfectly. Neat.

Oh my lord, Fay, that sounds both delicious and gross, in the same way poutine is both the best and worst food you've ever eaten.