| TWO: DIGGLE DECLARES. |
[15 Jun 2009|09:32pm] |
When they said taskforce, they weren't kidding. About the tasking or the force.
Anyways, reporting in to say I'm not dead yet (since certain McKinnons are evidently uncertain on that particular front), though I have worn my share of holes in my socks. And I thought about mending them up, but upon reflection, it's actually rather nice to give the toes a breather. Lord knows I'd like one myself. But in all seriousness, working hard to round up the baddies and all that. Queen, country, etc. As to how successful we're progressing, well
Hopefully this entry will quash any worries held heavy in your collective bosoms -- alive, well, &co. &co. So to chicken tikka masala and bed.
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| ONE: A DIGGLE DELIVERS. |
[20 May 2009|01:21am] |
Once upon a time, there was a horrible little girl named Marlow McKillington. She hated all things that were good and right and lovely and sought with all her might to end them from bringing joy and happiness to other good and kind people. Chief among these pleasures was having brunch with certain other individuals who, for whatever madly charitable reason, had taken it upon themselves and unto their own bosoms to look out for MM's well-being. Unfortunately, she refused all solicitations to feast upon breakfast cereals and sausages and toasts and jams and buttermilk pancakes with these charming souls, and so everyone died. The end.
I hope everyone can take something very important away from this story. One person in particular, but I'm not going to name names.
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[16 May 2009|12:10am] |
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And though there’s nothing that I wouldn’t try, you just don’t get it, I need a new kind of ( thrill. )
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