Pickles took Taytyme to a movey, and he had to close his eyes when the people were getting hurt. Somehow he still saw some gross stuff, and now when he tries to go to sleep he can't stop seeing the gross stuff in his mind's eye! To quell the pictures he has to think of stuff that's nice, but apparently he can't think of what nice stuff looks like so he has to hum a little tune or replay a pleasant senario from his recent past, and all that action gets him worked up and sleepless! How are you doing in the nyte-tyme, gentle readers?
posted by taytyme @ 4:18 PM
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Oh, thanks be! Bring on the kittens, but make sure none are mutilated, sick, or possessed. Sad! Unfortunately, I don't feel safe in the public computer lab looking at anything called "gimps gone wild" while a seemingly unending group of children files past me. Where are they going, and when they arrive how will they all fit?
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