"What's To Come Is Still Unsure..."

I've written a Madame Thenardier death poem, in regards to mhari's not-really-challenge of a long time ago, but unfortunately it's all formatted, and I can't make it go right when I post. So I am printing it out, scanning it in, and then uploading it to photobucket.com.

So, essentially, yes. I lied. I'm already writing Madame T. poetry. >_> It won't happen again!

"Not A Friend, Not A Friend Greet My Poor Corpse Where My Bones Shall Be Thrown..."

( Love )

The Madame T. poem, as on the deathbed. mhari's challenge.

It looked a little better before I reformatted it on Word.doc, though. The 'O' was less smushed.

"Jolly Robin, Tell Me How Thy Lady Does..."

Right now, I will personally sell my soul to whosoever will write me Sebastian/Antonio. I will. Promise.

In other news, Stoneybridge was crazy to-day. O_o Charlie informed me that if I counted the number of letters in Ronald Wilson Reagan's name, I got 666. To which I can only say, Charlie, that is dreadfully, um, 'insightful' of you. *g* He's sweet, though.

Anna and I talked about meditating; Erla still thinks her stuffed cat is alive, but on the plus side, she doesn't think it's a hyena any more; Mary-Stella is taking over my job as well as my name -_-. Linda said I should visit Bessie to-day because Bessie likes talking about her restaurant.

Me: Just talk about her restaurant?
Linda: Sure! She'll totally love it! She'll talk and talk!
Me: So, she's like Charlie and Gladys. I can do that. No problem.
Bessie: *is asleep*
Me: Um, hi.
Bessie: Dude, you totally just woke me up.
Me: You had a restaurant?
Bessie: Dude, you woke me up to ask about my restaurant? I didn't even know I had--Oh, wait, yeah. That one. "Sparkly's", I called it. Yeah. They tore it down and built something over it.
Me: Oh. Sorry.
Bessie: Gimme a backrub, kid.

I am not forgiving Linda in a hurry. Gnnff.

Waen still making me feel bad. Shall endeavour to ignore her. Meh.

...Shall think nice Sebastian/Antonio thoughts. Shall, shall, shall.

"Predators Live By the Prey They Pursue..."

Oh, by the way,

The Jules Verne/Tchaikovsky shirt, modelled by yours truly. My eyes look weird because I Photoshopped out the glare rather badly.

JV/T, take two.

A closeup from the front, where YES, it does say 'OPT' rather than 'OTP'. I am Van Helsing. Sue me.

The back, closeup. Muaha.

Also, Waen, in her Vote Sexy shirt which she made herself when inspired by madamelefantome. You may recognise the picture if you get Newsweek. *g*