by Spaghetti » Fri Mar 11, 2011 11:53 am
Dear ra-OWW!! Midnight get out of my ear!!! No, you can't crawl up my nose either. Nonononono...ow. I don't care how much you think my hair would make a good lining for your nest, it's attached to my hair and no amount of pulling will rip THAT MUCH out! Just stop... okay, Midnight? I need that key now. Don't give me that look, you can't just flop down in the middle of my keyboard and expect me to not do anything. Just go back into your cage...now you've got sand all over me. Thanks. No, you can't climb up my pant leg. Sorry to say, but you're just too fluffy.
[/end wierd brain to computer-ness]
Yeah, I was going to rant about something else, but now I forgot what it was because Midnight (my gerbil) decided to climb up my leg and bother me. So that's my new rant. That was basically me typing straight from my brain. So, in case you didn't get the brain to computer rant, here it is in more...normal form.
So first I was going to rant about something else in the form of a letter. But Midnight had climbed up my leg and was sitting on my shoulder. As I was typing, he tried to crawl into my ear (which, by the way, really hurt). Than he tried crawling up my nose. That didn't work either. Midnight crawled back up my shoulder and up my hair. He then sat on my head and tugged at a huge chunk of my hair. Which hurt. He falls off my head and lands on the keyboard of my laptop, which is also in my lap. Midnight scampered around the keyboard a bit, then decided to just sit there. "There" happened to be right on the key I needed. So I scootch Midnight over a bit and use the key. Midnight just sits right in the middle of my keyboard. Great. So I picked him up and placed him off my computer. I happen to be wearing black pants, now covered in sand, because Midnight had been rolling in the sand in his cage and got most of it on my pants. By this point, I'm slightly ticked off so I put Midnight back in his box. He tries to climb up my pant leg. He gets stuck because he's too fluffy (my mom calls it "fat" but I know it's just fluff ^^). So, I shake him out of my pant leg and stop using the box as a footrest.
Just another day in the life of my super-annoying, yet absolutely adorable, gerbil.
Behind this mask, this pretty face, there's something I'm hiding
In my gracious words and careful steps there's always a chance of slipping
My mask sliding, cloak tilting, make-up dripping
I hope you never notice when my perfect mask falls
Because love makes us liars, and it made a fool out of meAfter a very long hiatus (spanning nearly two years) I have returned! : D