Missing in a maze of monochrome

Hisashiburi da neee. I am back, mostly due to popular demand. Popular demand being two people and a poplar. Bask in my fame! I demand it back from you!

Now that you're done basking, ... what.

I wish I was controlling a wolf that paints with it's tail right now, but there are men throwing balls on the tv instead.

Bosley and I were walking a most fearsome beast by the name of Retnuh (haha, retina...) when I noticed that a tree that looked like it was smiling. Bosley and our other nameless friend agreed. I told Bosley that it only had a smile for her, and without her it would be but a sad lonely tree. Bosley said she'd been too loved by people lately (and she says that's not a hint...but me and my peg leg know otherwise). So I said that the tree hated her more than any other human, and that when she would wake up all the trees would scream 'Bosleyyyyyyy' in a hiss.

And if anyone can scream and hiss at the same time, it would be the trees.

Today I battled a hoary gremlin. I'm not sure what that word means, but it looks threatening. It doesn't sound as threatening, due to semantics. My only weapon was a plastic tube. Its only weapon was ink. At the beginning I was prevailing, conquering, even, and then at the end, I was covered in ink and sad. Them gremlins are tricky fellas. If you ever come across one, make sure you have a foot scrub. Their feat are nasty. Hah, that's a pun that only I get and you think you might, but really it just confuses you.

Just smile and then frown, alternating between the two every couple of seconds. Now and then throw in a thin-lipped grimace, just to prove you're human and have the normal range of emotions. They'll believe you.

I don't though. You can fake it for the papers, but I'm on to you, I'm on to you.

Actually, I'm not human either. I find more evidence day in and day out that I am in fact a robot, android, or made entirely of foam. For example, today I got a new number. I won't tell you what it is though, or you could take it for your own, and then I'd be a sad robot/foam being.

Ah, I can finally change the tv from the sportsified men, but alas the orange-haired man has few words left.

This is far too strange a blog for only being 11:22. Then again I woke up at 5:30 and went to sleep at...2?ish.

Maybe it's time for me to end this before I trip and spill yet another liquid all over something else that is not supposed to have liquid on it.

Dakaraaaaaaaaaa

owari.

Oh, and don't forget to bask.