the bane inane

WHY do people ask certain questions?

what is it that drives people to inquire solicitously of you when you drip your way inside from the pelting rain oh, you got wet? is it raining? when you are too damp all over to clarify not at all. just felt like practicing the butterfly stroke.

or are you having lunch? when you have your mouth too stuffed to reply not really. just licking it before i spit it out.

or are you reading? when you have your eyeballs stuck to a page, and are dying to say, no,no,no. gasp! no. never. just trying to think of ways to use this to scare away stalkers.



i am going to cultivate a ruthless expression. one that shouts i-hate-questions-especially-the-inane-variety. i have already mastered the half grimace. only the nose-hair is left.

the fourth fairy

B's day to be glowing bride. a more matter-of-fact and cheerfully optimistic bride i've yet to see.


i tried out the new tooth. not half bad.

blood and gore

the receipt for B's wedding gift lists 'one neckless' bought and paid for, and our DTH service proclaims 'the service may be temporarily unavailable due to a mechanical or weather condition at your end'.
my end? which one? the one that is struggling with helpless incomprehension or the one that is painted black at the tips? someone educate me.