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Aug. 1st, 2005 11:48 pmI've hidden a fish in my desk chair. It was fate. It was meant to be. My chair is now magic.
No, it's not a real fish. Silly. That would smell rather unpleasant.
I have a strong urge to rush about hiding shiny, strange, or otherwise Wonder-full objects. Not just in my house.
I still have half a bag of sparkly confetti left over from the booby-trapped Christmas cards. And a large bag filled with yo-yos. My bag of brass whistles is gone, but I have nearly a gross of mardi gras beads. Not to mention to dismembered doll parts that I've been collecting.
No, it's not a real fish. Silly. That would smell rather unpleasant.
I have a strong urge to rush about hiding shiny, strange, or otherwise Wonder-full objects. Not just in my house.
I still have half a bag of sparkly confetti left over from the booby-trapped Christmas cards. And a large bag filled with yo-yos. My bag of brass whistles is gone, but I have nearly a gross of mardi gras beads. Not to mention to dismembered doll parts that I've been collecting.