we have fleas. they really bother the other two residents of this house, but me? they bite me, fall off, & die. well no not really. but just now there was this one little guy on my arm. tried to pinch him, he escaped. then there he was on my knuckle, but got away again. each time, nibbling me just a bit, not that i’ll notice, i may be allergic to everything, but bug venom barely phases me. bees, fleas, skeeters, & even a couple brown recluse spiders, which though the bite got nasty, didn’t otherwise affect me. however by the third time this one tried to drink from the nectar that is me, he was sufficiently drunk, & i caught him & drowned him in a cup of water (with a little soap in it to break the surface tension of the water). can you feel the love? i knew that you could.
happy valentine’s day. i love the way people are celebrating this. mg gives us linky love (well he gave it to surreally, not me specifically, however i’m not bothered a bit. this is after all just my obscure personal journal). paige gives cooment *smoooooch*es & writes extremely stimulating prose. ali sent an e-card which reminded her (& me) of hoopty (a streaker, nach). mark sent me some crack.
batgrl examines the roots of valentine’s day, mentioning kare d‘s idea that we should be wishing one another ?happy decapitation day?. cool. & here’s a guy beating himself up with a puppet, which has nothing to do with anything, so there. so, from the romantic to the erotic to the psychotic, the internet is filled with valentine’s day love, & it’s not even v-day yet! [sigh]