My gloves smell like crackers. Saltines, actually.
My pillow turned pink again. Whoopsies.
I have decided I have made a decision; but I am prepared to deny it.
I have been vacuuming, which forces me to sing "Sweeney Todd" and "Hello, Dolly" just that much louder. I wonder if this worries the neighbors, at all.
My English teacher never gave me back my warm-up notebook. Methinks I have a fan. Or a recycling fanatic.
Why must the squirrels laugh at me?
To be translated:
"Seize the bad sailor!' Occupate nautum malum.
"Praise, friends, the good daughters" Laudate, amici, filias bonas.
"There is a small frog in the water" Rana parva in aqua est.
"We will all carry the strange girl" Portabimus puellam novam.
Philisophical Insight V:
An eye for an eye, sure, but what if you poke your own eye out?