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Okay, by now you have no doubt guessed that I, your loving webmistress, am a veritable raving lunatic. Things odder than you would believe come flying out of my mouth at various points during the course of an otherwise normal day. So, I have gathered these psychotic ramblings together for your reading pleasure, and so here it is...a peek into the twisted psyches of your loving webmistress here, my beautiful dark angel, and sundry odd personal acquaintances. *insert creepy, foreboding music and evil laugh*
What the hell is 'severe clear'?--me on the local weather forecast
Your skin can't fall off without itching at least a little bit.--relda, on leprosy
I thought I was exuding an aura of 'please don't sit next to me'.--relda, on sitting alone on FSU campus
Reality is a subjective standpoint from which the normal judge the weird. It doesn't exist.--me, on the realism of some of my story characters
Trick or Treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat. If you don't, I'll kill your dog and murder your baby.--relda, variations on a favorite Halloween rhyme
Can't I just flutter away now?--me, on annoying neighborhood children at Halloween
I've got that evil feeling creeping over me.--me
relda: That doesn't look like a lion. It's more like a griffin.
me: What time did we go to bed?
What if an hour isn't an hour? What if it's a quirgy and is made up of parsemels instead of minutes? We're probably all just stupid! The entire Universe is laughing at us as we speak!--me, on the infintessimally confusing concept of time
Don't ya just feel like you have to fight the blankie sometimes?--relda, on having a weird fit
Don't you see the colors too?--me, on the colors
If you wish to be God, and he doesn't actually exist, do you disappear?--me, on wishes.
I got really drunk once and thought the moon was following me, so I ran away from it until I got to a church. But the doors were locked...if God is real, he's in there, so why didn't he unlock it?...I guess he was watching television with his big glowing feet up on the coffee table.--Dan Christensen, freak extrordinaire
I love old people. They're so funny.--Matt Wallace, my little brother
Come climb my rickety stairs o' love.--relda, while watching the bizarro semi-horror movie Vampyres (with a y...that's what makes them ee-vil) |
