||[Sep. 30th, 2003|04:53 pm]
Miss Von Trapp
As always, Snoopy kept me snuggled under my duvet for more hours than were necessary...hence the fact that I never actually made it into town, and am now sat here, coffee-fueled and bleary-eyed at nearly 5pm.
Why do soft toys do this to me?? They're so incredibly squashy...those devious little 'stuffed-with-fluffs' have mastered the art of cuddle-ability to the extreme...
I think they do it on purpose...as soon as I'm up and out of the room, they form their unholy huddle at the corner of my bed (on top of the purple fur fabric pillow...their holy sanctified place)...and discuss evil plots and schemes to keep me under as long as possible...so that I never get anything done, and spend maximum time in Neverland with them!!
Two Snoopies and one Bagpuss at the moment...the many many others are elsewhere...if I let them all in, there'd be no room for me...
But JUST THOSE THREE...AND THAT'S ENOUGH TO FOIL MY PLANS FOR SHOPPING!!!!!!!
(will have to crawl up the hill to the supermarket later methinks...now the bedroom door is shut, they can't get me now...or can they???)
Btw...what on earth is 'Ha Ha Herman'????
The toys want you to join them in being warm and inert, that's their ultimate goal. Moving about? That's positively unnatural! The fact they don't speak or do anything is simply a ploy, it couldn't be their influence, surely? That's what they want you to think. Having said that all, you must resist, before the toy network gets you.
Not sure who or what Ha Ha Hammond is, but have you seen that GBA game Hamtaro: Ham Ham Heartbreak? That must be The Cutest Game Ever. It's a sort of adventure with these hamsters, I suspect it's from the same mind that brought us Hello-kitty. You have to learn words in order to do things, it's so cuddly, you'll just want to go back to bed again.
Ha Ha Herman, Hammond, Harman, it's clear I've not had a coffee in half an hour; as a great philospher once wrote: my mind is going.
Ihad a Hamtaro...
He fell out the window to a watery death in London.
He was irretrievable too, and is probably still there...
I gave him to a friend to look after...he was a MacDonalds toy...
Back in my room I was leaning out of the window, smoking a cigarette, and she came in and threw him at me to give him back...
I, like a girl, failed to catch him properly, and instead managed to bat him out of the window...I leant out and watched him fall...
He landed exactly where I'd spent all the previous day aiming cigarette butts...about 4 floors down and in a puddle in the centre of the un-navigable quadrant below...
Poor Hamtaro...I wonder if he's rotted yet.
A sad tale, although I'm sure it got involved with a load of rats, their influence enough to turn a once cute freebie into an elite scavenger. Erm, no I doubt it rotted, it was probably made of nylon.
Awwww, have a tissue *hug*. At least it was liberated from McDonalds.
By the way, do you have theatre this week?
As always, Wednesday and Thursday...
...and it's about to get worse...I'll be in everyday most likely...
I've never heard of Ha Ha Herman in my entire life. I think Charlie Brown is on acid.
I *think* it's a reference to Herman Munster...from the TV Show: The Munsters...but I'm not at all sure...