I am... alive!
Sort of.
I'm a little wrapped up in WW and work and work and work at the moment. I've been trying to think of funny things for Skittles to do. So far all I have is two options:
1) "What? Who? Where am I? What is my name? What is my purpose in life?" Skittles said, coming out of her trance.
2) "Okay, Mr. Big Stuff. Hit me with your best shot," said Skittles saucily.
...
That's it. That's all I got.
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All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.
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