Sisters in Sin:
 
  I killed Steven Pastel last night.  No really, I had this bizarro dream:
various stuff happened, including me losing one of my friends down a darkling
abyss that opened up in the middle of a mahoosive dancefloor while we were
frugging like partay animals.  Then I was riding my bike down this road that
was my road and yet...not.  And Steven Pastel (who was also my friend Tom) was
chasing me and we had this big fight and I stabbed him repeatedly with a piece
of broken glass.  He was like a Bond villain's pet monster: just wouldn't die.  
It was all very exciting and then I woke up.  I don't usually remember my dreams 
beyond a couple of minutes after waking up of thinking "That was flippin' freaky", 
but this one seems to have lodged in my head.  And I don't even know what Steven
Pastel looks like.

Oh my goodness, I started a lot of sentences there with "and".  How 
grammatically naughty am _I_?  

I had a lecture from Scanner the other day.  He's a weird little bald pixie-man
who likes taping people's mobile phone conversations and using them to make 
records with.  Also very *witty and urbane* in an odd sort of way.  Oooh, the
cHraayzee werlt of ART, eh?

And now to the main question of the day: to be or not to be a sheep or a goat?
Goats have scary yellow slitty eyes, which is an advantage in my view, although
if I had scary yellow slitty eyes I wouldn't be able to pull the *big-brown-eyed
helpless girlie stare* look off any more.  Dammit.  However, sheep are quite
stupid, and are real bastards for waking you up in the morning with their
incessant baaaaing.  If you live in the Outer Hebrides.  Which I don't, but
have been known to sojourn ooot thurrr.  Apparently it's morally superior
to be a sheep: maybe they baaaa to the glory of DOG.  They're really hymning
paeans to the grace of our saviour when they seem to be munching heather or the
Petit Prince's rose bush.

Which is another point: sheep must be anti-twee because they are the force of
evil on the little prince's ickle planet.  Oh I don't know.  Can't I be a 
genetically mutated sheep-goat hybrid?
 
  Love,
    Liz :x
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