Joy Unconfined

And I got all juicy and sticky. It was after a really nice dinner and some shopping. So, you know, I felt sort of obligated to my host… They’re called rambutan. You peel off the hairy part, and the little white inside is what you eat… except for the seed in the middle. They’re like [...]

About a dozen home made chocolate chip cookies. “Why?” one might ask. 1. Because they’re home made. Sweet, small podling made them with her grandmother this last week and she brought them here. 2. I have a headache the size of Half Dome and I am looking for ANYthing in which to indulge to alleviate [...]

This little guy rolls his eyes as his hat pivots. I’m not sure he’s really into the whole Valentine scene… It says, simply To my Valentine The small print says “Printed in Germany” On the back is scrawled “To Glen From Dean Dunn” I must make a note, that all of these Valentines, without exception, [...]

Rap Snacks, anyone? And for the more sophisticated connoisseur… The cajun… And the honey mustard. … for those more elegant events. And if you’re starving for the spotlight, I guess you can make your own ketchup commercial and they might give you $57,000. And now, EVERYbody is on the “organic health” bandwagon. It seems a [...]

I should be at school right now… I have an excuse. Really. My tummy hurt. Like, in the way that I don’t want to go too many steps from the facilities. Been like this for two days. Though it’s quite a bit better now. (Now… that it’s too late to go to school today.) I [...]

so I see it every time I open my eyes in the morning. I wonder if I can have it blown up into a full-ceiling sized mural…

It’s weird, to think people are lookin’ at me. Seriously. I check the sitemeter for this blog and my myspace page… and I start to wonder. JUST who is lookin’ at me? Who are you people? Some… I know. I can tell who’s looking from where they are, but some… I have no idea, because [...]

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Duchess Joy the Winsome of Menzies on the Minges Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title And I’m glad my name isn’t John, because I haven’t been nearly hedonistic enough lately, and I would NOT want to be hebetudinous. My Fortune Cookie told me: Exclusive dedication to necessitious chores without interludes of [...]