thediastema's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Look for the common thread herein. Prepositions are bad to end sentences with. Let's see how many innocent readers I can do this to. London is the city my sister is in. We have not heard from her since yesterday morning when she took off. If anyone wondered, this is what my mother and the cats are so freaked about. Here's something even the involved parties weren't yet counting on: Olly's wife is knocked up. It's so weird to think that one of "us" cagepeople is churning babies out. Christmas is the approximate due date, and what an awful holiday to be born around! I know what I speak of. I'm thrilled for the couple, but I worry that any offspring of Olly's is going to be incredibly screwed up. He'd be a weirdass father to contend with. Something to think about. In other news, the box office has taken another cageperson on. We shall call him Pierce d'Eyebrow, because that's the first stupid pseudonym I thought of. He seems nice, although I suspect walking in on me with my sweatervest pulled over my head might have freaked him out. O, yeah, and guess who Maura already has a crush on? I cracked jokes about it all last night, but I am a hypocrite, because guess who I'm not over? I have a sore throat but am unsure who I got it from. I need to go put my uniform on. Peace out. ~ETK 16:24 - 09 May, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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