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I think that my father must have intercepted my birthday package before my mother sent it, because for once, there was a startling lack of religious material. There is also a distressing amount of food from home, more than I can possibly eat, and good tea. My Papa loves me very much.

Nothing is so odd as to get nice, if a bit somber, hair clips from my cousin. Jean-Phileppe may actally be developing some taste underneath the horrible music and all black clothing. I had so hoped he would grow out of that awful obsession with Bauhaus.

I suspect he is trying to get on my good side - as he also tells me that he may visit in the fall if he can save enough for plane tickets. I apolgize in advance if he does, he really has -awful- taste in music.

Comments

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Some kind of wacky craft-store magic. You sell your soul to Martha Stewart and then your stuffed animals get blinky eyes.

Okay, well, probably not, no, she was way too nice to have sold her soul. Although one of these days I'm gonna have to figure out what it is with all these nice Jewish ladies and feeding me.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

Dont' worry, it's not just the nice ones. We just feed people, it's a Jew thing.

Happy Birthday, M-A. :D

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm not worried, I'm just wondering if there's a way to bottle it and turn it into some kind of spray, for when I meet people who don't want to feed me. I consider it a definite job perk that a decent fraction of my deliveries result in snackage. :)

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

You realize that if you bottle it, and Lockheed finds that bottle, that terrible things will happen, right?

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

He'd end up looking like a purple basketball with wings. Maybe I'll just stick with what I have.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

-grin- Don't worry, I'm sure you'll still get enough food and if you dont, feel free to tell me and we'll get Chinese.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Yay!

[x-sanfuaiyaa.livejournal.com]

You fatten up young gentile men and then use their blood to bake your cardboard, right? I think I read that on the Internet somewhere.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

Oh drat, our secret has been found out. Whatever shall we do?