Holy Snapping Duck Do! I just returned from my daily swim on the beautiful Fijian beach and realised I have not updated this since long before Shakespeare wast a boy… You would not believe that my hands were chopped off and I was waiting for bionic ones. Apologies to my regular readers! Even the little blue ones!
I am lost in a sea of pseudo-olde-english with keeping up with my favourite daytime soaps, choosing my retirement village, just generally being a biatch to anyone unfortunate to cross my path, my day is a magical flight from the second I am woken by murderous Teletubbies to I run out of alcohol. I am plotting and planning. I need a nap.
I swear on the bones of my ancestors to send a missive out on the wire, post-haste. Until I need your shoulder to cry on. The Piccaninnies say I have to!
This post brought to you by The Lazy Bloggers Post Generator and blithe (herself a Piccaninny of the ninniest sort). Now, if only this sounded like something I wouldn’t have written sans LBPG aid…
Actually, it does sound kinda-sorta like something you might write, if only after being inspired by something waaay to literary for me.
Or maybe drunk.
er, “way TOO literary”
gak
it does sound kinda solonor-ish. kinda. i thought when i did it that it vaguely sounded like me, but maybe under the influence of Qualudes.
i had to look up ‘Piccaninnies’, because i had no idea:
piccaninny or esp US pickaninny
Noun
pl -nies (Offensive) a small Black or Aboriginal child [perhaps from Portuguese pequenino tiny one]
..ooookay! now we know. 😛