Dear Diary.

All of my faeries got lil spankins this morning after they woke up from their chocolate induced drunkenness... Now they are all pouting.

I have extra gentle dental floss you can borrow to keep them in their places. Besides, nothing goes with chocolate like mint.
 
Dear Diary,

I really hope the kiln load turned out ok. I just hope if that one shelf cracked all the way through during this load it didn't make anything fall. I just need the shelves to last through these next two weeks and then I can probably get more later.

If anyone has any energy faeries to help me get through these next couple of weeks I think I could make it. The weird hours I'm having to keep are already wearing me down and I've got to rock on through next Friday.
 
Dear Diary,

Just got back from the pub and I'm not quite sober. If I had a dom around now I wouldn't be posting on these boards, that's for sure. :)
 
Dear Diary,

Took a nap after dinner, and now I will be up all night!

The faeries are all excited to get extended playtime...
 
Dear Diary,

Some asshole told my faeries that tomboys chew gum and spit. Imagine my chagrin when I begin finding little teensy bits of chewed gum that's been spit out all over the place by some really naive fae. They alternately chew gum and spit, not chew up gum and spit it out!!!! little fuckers!

My cat is inconsolable and the hamsters have been laughing their furry lil asses off.


jerkaces :mad:
 
Dear Diary,

Betticus' story reminds me of when I was little, (3 to be specific)me and my cousin figured out that we could make juice out of jello by swishing it in our mouths. Then our little sisters tried (they were 2), but they didn't keep their mouths shut and they got jello EVERYWHERE. And me and my cousin were laughing so hard, we got it everywhere, too.

My aunt was not amused.
 
Dear Diary,

The faeries got all upset about something today and kept pointing to the window. It's the window that the cocoa tree sits in front of. Anyway, I checked it out and SOMEONE.. not pointing any fingers at anyone here... not at all but someone had put up a pinhole type spycam on the outside of the window and it was aimed right at the cocoa tree! My cocoa tree was under surveillance. So I took the spycam and set it in front of an older laptop that is running a continual loop of the 2 girls 1 cup video! In a closet of course that isn't used.

Whoever it is, I hope you enjoy your show! :eek:
 
Dear Diary,

I really pray that Betticus will take his medication. He's starting to put up camera's so that he can blame someone (not pointing fingers) for spying on his cocoa tree (that's really just a plastic replica, since I have the real one). :rolleyes:

Maybe he's not just senile, maybe he's just completely off his rocker.

Oh, note to self. I need to send him a new rocker.
 
Dear Diary,

The cocoa tree was very real last time I checked it just a little while ago. It needs to be transplanted to a much bigger pot now too. The darn thing is growing like crazy ever since the faeries adopted it and are doing everything but water it... even tho they will remind me when it's time to do that. Poor lil things can't carry that big pitcher of water.

I'm off to bed.
 
Dear Diary,

Poor Betticus can't even differentiate between a real tree and a plastic tree. *sigh* I worry about him.
 
Dear Diary,

My fairie infiltrators have melded seamlessly with Betticus's possie, and my plan to subvert those fairies into a tiny harem of tomboys is working perfectly.

Soon Bett will be so disracted that Gracie will have no difficulty at all in stealing his Cocoa tree, and the next phase of my Diabolical plan can begin.
Now, back to distracting betticus. :devil:
 
Dear Diary,

we been thro this so many times before.. I am still not used to it though. I've spent this morning thinkig what I have done wrong that they dont need me more. I know my mates do work, so why the hell I am NOT!??? I look into the mirror and being paranoid about my look. Thinking about day by day I been there and if all I have done was right. And it was, I did my fucking job well! Knowing I did my best, done all they told me without a word, but still not being enough for them? makes me feel totaly shit. It just brings me down.

Seems we are never enough, Diary, ehh? Funny shit.
 
Dear Diary,

we been thro this so many times before.. I am still not used to it though. I've spent this morning thinkig what I have done wrong that they dont need me more. I know my mates do work, so why the hell I am NOT!??? I look into the mirror and being paranoid about my look. Thinking about day by day I been there and if all I have done was right. And it was, I did my fucking job well! Knowing I did my best, done all they told me without a word, but still not being enough for them? makes me feel totaly shit. It just brings me down.

Seems we are never enough, Diary, ehh? Funny shit.

Dear Diary,

Remind me to send BF some cookies.
 
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