| |
[Jan. 9th, 2010|11:43 pm] |
Tick tock, tick tock... the clock keeps going but I still lose track of time.
I forget about this doohicky thing to talk to people. And sometimes I forget where I am. Or when. But very rarely who.
People ask for odd things in return when you need something. I'm not sure I like them all. |
|
|
| |
[Aug. 31st, 2009|04:34 pm] |
Who would ever have thought
that the only way I'd finally be human again
would be thanks to an atmospheric disturbance?
It is SO WONDERFUL to be able to use capital letters and punctuation...! |
|
|
| |
[Jul. 23rd, 2009|03:03 am] |
I do believe something might be wrong with my cat. She's not spoken in days. |
|
|
| |
[Jul. 11th, 2009|03:25 am] |
This isn't Narnia.
I'm a little disappointed.
Anyone now the way to the Emerald City? Failing that, I'll settle for Mordhaus... |
|
|
| |
[Jun. 13th, 2009|12:08 am] |
There is a gentleman at my door, banging incessantly.
He says he wants brains? Which I find particularly peculiar. I offered tea, but he yelled at me.
Perhaps I should offer cake? |
|
|
| |
[Jun. 1st, 2009|12:16 pm] |
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back. |
|
|
| |
[May. 9th, 2009|04:27 pm] |
Is it peculiar to miss a place you hated in the first place? |
|
|
| |
[May. 4th, 2009|02:36 am] |
I feel very peculiar, and none of my pills are helping. I may have to find something new. |
|
|
| |
[Apr. 14th, 2009|11:31 pm] |
'Tis a shame I'm not at th' Heights no more. Talkin' to animals like this would've made it all easier.
Not much place for an ability like this in the middle of London, even if th' animals talk about interestin' stuff. |
|
|
| |
[Apr. 5th, 2009|11:57 pm] |
The world seems to be slowly shrinking back to the size it ought be. I am quite glad for this. |
|
|
| |
[Mar. 31st, 2009|08:05 pm] |
I've suddenly gained the rather useful ability to find anything. I found a book I lost two months ago this morning just by thinking about it.
In fact, I heard a woman on the street talking about how she lost her spare house keys.
And I KNEW where they were.
In her house, in the third cabinet from the left in the kitchen behind a stack of letters inside an old mug her son painted for her for Mother's Day.
This is incredibly bizarre... |
|
|
| |
[Mar. 30th, 2009|12:31 am] |
A beetle just spoke to me.
...A beetle.
It asked me not to kill it. |
|
|
| |
[Mar. 29th, 2009|12:01 pm] |
What a silly little world this is. And yet, I do enjoy it.
From having my own powers to this... this... silly thing.
What does one do with the ability to make friendly and smart purple bunnies appear out of nowhere? |
|
|
| |
[Mar. 27th, 2009|08:32 pm] |
Well, this is annoying. I thought I had a really cool superpower, in shrinking, right? Only I can't get back to my normal height again. I'm freaking a foot tall~!
I can't wait for this to be over. |
|
|
| |
[Mar. 27th, 2009|11:14 pm] |
I just talked to my dog. He talked back.
This don't make sense. |
|
|
| |
[Mar. 27th, 2009|12:25 pm] |
This is very, very curious.
If it weren't for the fact that Santa promised me I'd stay the same size all year, I would believe I shrunk. But as I know I am the same size, the only logic is that the world grew.
Next year at Christmas I will need to qualify my wish.
Very, very peculiar. |
|
|
| |
[Mar. 24th, 2009|10:10 am] |
Okay, unless I missed a memo? That weird tornado crap? Usually doesn't happen in Jersey.
I should know. I mean, I am an expert on these things. And this? This is definitely not Jersey. Actually, it's looking like that mythical place on TV they call "London."
And oh also? WHY AM I HUMAN?! |
|
|
| |
[Mar. 21st, 2009|01:11 pm] |
This day has been a most productive one! I was simply finalizing the communications network on my killbots when to my great surprise I had visitors! I generally do not allow visitors to my lab because of.. germs... and simply jettison unwanted guests through a series of tubes that lead to a large cannon. The splash it makes is infinitely more satisfying than the hamster cannon, however after its installment the post office insists I come to their building to obtain my shipments of uranium. In any case, I did not jettison these visitors today, as they bypassed the trap door, burst through my upstairs windows and swarmed down the stairs, much like the SWAT team used to do back home before being exposed to the mind control ray.
My visitors were rather interested in my robotic experiments. Of course I am a gracious host and was happy to demonstrate for them how my killbots work. Unfortunately my guests did not stay for cookies, and made quite a mess of the lab upon their exit.
I will have to design a scrubbing robot to get rid of all this splattered blood. |
|
|
| |
[Mar. 4th, 2009|01:58 pm] |
Today is my birthday.
I think I should like a kitten. |
|
|
| |
[Feb. 27th, 2009|07:26 pm] |
Wanted: One female, preferably blonde and in her twenties, wishing to relocate to Los Angeles, specifically [address, across the hall]. Conforming to this culture's standards of attractiveness is a plus, high intelligence not required. |
|
|
| |
[Feb. 22nd, 2009|09:49 pm] |
...
This isn't part of the plan.
...
Damn. |
|
|
| |
[Feb. 11th, 2009|01:59 am] |
I miss my Dinah. |
|
|
| |
[Feb. 7th, 2009|09:39 pm] |
It's been a long time since I've gone by Thurman. And people know who I am!
I'm apparently a video game designer. Which is weird. |
|
|
| |
[Feb. 3rd, 2009|05:56 pm] |
Whoa. That was weird. One minute I'm-
Well never mind what I was doing before.
But it definitely wasn't surfing the internet for porn in my underwear.
And my apartment has never been quite so coated with food wrappers. Also, I would definitely never have a cat, especially one this fat and obstinate.
But the computer says 'post here!' so I'm posting, because obviously I'm in Wonderland, and I'll wake up any minute with my head in Valerie's lap, trying to figure out how I fell asleep. |
|
|
| |
[Jan. 18th, 2009|04:02 pm] |
This isn't my home, and it doesn't look like the hospital. And there's all sorts of strange and curious things when I look out the window. I really am sick, aren't I? They told me it was a dream and I insisted it was real, and now things have gone completely mad.
I want my mum. Or my cat. |
|
|
| |
[Jan. 4th, 2009|05:46 pm] |
I have traveled from Wonderland, where I oversee the Millinery and am the bodyguard of Princess Alyss Heart. She is lost, somewhere in this world, and I must find her immediately. It is of the greatest importance that I ascertain her location. Is there anyone who has heard of her whereabouts? |
|
|
| |
[Dec. 23rd, 2008|01:16 am] |
What devilry be this? This ain't Wuthering Heights, nor the Grange. An' Cathy, where are thee?
This ain't even the moors. Who dares drag Hareton Earnshaw out of his own home?! |
|
|
| |
[Dec. 14th, 2008|06:24 pm] |
I love Christmas! |
|
|
| |
[Dec. 9th, 2008|11:04 am] |
Curiouser and curiouser... |
|
|