'please, step in out of the bees.'

i kinda wish i had met him first. don't say that outloud, of course. but that would have been even worse, i guess. i like this. but it's a little bit of fucking dejavu, don't you think? poor peter, peter, pumpkin eater. cars were our friend until they took you away. but he comes and goes so that wouldn't have gone well either. plus, the knocked up poodle wouldn't frib frab with my jive. quiet shudder, argh.

so where does that leave us? days away from a year. whoopdeedoo.