Back from the Dead.

So.

You know how sometimes you're watching daytime telly and there'd be these 1-800 ads on selling you anything from funeral insurance to a super-absorbent-made-in-Germany-overpriced-rag?

I got bored and decided to sign up for being Cryogenically Frozen.

Papa can you hear meeeeeeeee...?

It was great for the first 2 minutes. Kinda like those Sensory Deprivation Tanks... where you can't hear other annoying peeping cats and everyone leaves you alone.

Then it got old really quick, and next time I think I'll take a getaway to Fiji instead.

But yeah, that's where I've been.

And now I'm back! Haaiiiiyyaah! *nunchuck-ninja-move!*

Or you can settle for this: my attempt to do the bird.

Meowr.

That's right, my pretty bitter crab apple, Queen Rogueness is back. Hope you didn't miss me much.

Smooches,
-R

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