Tuesday, July 18, 2006


That dastardly fiend/walking doughnut-disposal at SYLG, Wyatt, has passed me by in hits. I had a cushiony lead over Wyatt a few months ago, but like a last stretch race horse he chased me down and got by me without my knowing.

Hey...Something smells around here...*sniff* *sniff* Kinda smells like...half-truths.