January 29th, 2002

Ceci n'est pas une personne.

(no subject)

Three loads of laundry, all folded and put away, except the last load, which I will finish tonight, and my room still looks like a war zone. I'm guessing three more loads tonight, and then I can start hauling junk out of there.

I think I can safely speak for all members of The United Front of Casa de Cesspool, as I issue this demand.

We, the denizens of Casa de Cesspool, demand that those evil Canadians (streetcorners) return one of the lead community members, which they brazenly enticed away and then kidnapped. You shall, at this time, return one Louise Buttler (skrape), or we will be forced to declare war. Bewarned that we are heavily armed with Twinkies and chocolate pudding, and our brave soldiers are not afraid to throw them. You have been warned. Return our noble citizen, or food will fly and carnage will be great.

Let's hope those dastardly Canadains will heed our warnings.