If things here make no sense, if my tenses merge without warning, if my spelling is not what you're used to, if my theology seems to keep contradicting itself, just remember: I'm a genius. Please try to keep up.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
It is cold.
Oh it's so cold. We have no ceiling. We have no ceiling because I kicked it out. Most literally. From above. Kick kick kick kick kick. Til it was gone. And now we have no ceiling, and it is cold.
2 comments:
What the? This may actually move me to call you.
Oh, don't panic. It's a literal ceiling - the kitchen is being renovated. I was just in a mood, you know.
Post a Comment