In Which Kat Tries To Write A Song, Fails, And Instead

Ben: Max you're supposed to eat your lunch, not the bag it comes in.

And so, with that uplifting greeting, good morning. Or not good morning, as the case may be. . .the J.G. reporting from the library. Where Max is. And Ben isn't. The following conversation is duly taking place every fifteen seconds.

Kat: Where is he?!?

Max: Eventually you may have to deal with the fact that he isn't going to be here. . .

Kat: Are you implying that I can't get along without him?

Max: No. . .yes. . .yeah.

Kat: . . .

Scratch that. . .He's here now. I think I'm qualified to say such because he's sitting next to me. Anyway, the point is that. . .the point is that. . .

Yass: It's pointy.

All: . . .

So anyway. Hm. You know, I've been thinking about doing a "Best of" thing, where it's the best of the posts and random conversations that we've had. . .But I'm too bored to do that at the moment. If that made sense to you, you have issues to work through.

I thought we could do one best of, however. . .A short one. Because really, where this person is concerned, best is a small thing.

The Best of Kat and Luke

Kat: Luke, I think you mutated that bunny one too many times.

Luke: Damnit, it's leaking!

The context of this has to do with the easter party with the "strange thing to find in an easter egg," and the Playboy bunnies, and the. . .the. . .well. . .yes. The bunny that's leakin gis not an actual bunny. It's a bouncy ball in the shape of a bunny.

That's all for today. . .

Quote of the Day

"The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans is suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they're okay, then it's you."

- Rita Mae Brown

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.