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Thatís it. Iím throwing in my wizard robe and hat. My life has too many toggle buttons and Iím losing track of where I am.

Does that ever happen to you?
Maybe itís just me and Winnie the Pooh.

Well feel my wrath or I'll force feed you bubblegum! Beware. I'm very dangerous.

The new part time job is turning out to be anything but the ordinary day to day thing anybody could expect. I donít even tell people what I do, because of the way their eyes widen and look me up and down. Itís part of my secret identity, and Iím working under cover. Agent 0048, a.k.a. Amstaff Luna Ė Gogo dancer.

Itís not really a secret, and nothing weird at all. I guess thatís what makes it weird. People expect you to be some sort of pornstar and when you turn up in glasses, a huge sweater and moonboots, with a giant book under your arm they almost back away.

- Sorry fellas, Iím just not in the mood tonight.

So tell me, what is it you expect from me? Do you want me to be a little more stupid? Would that help?

What I know you donít want to hear is the fact that Iím an inch away from a masters in law, skipping over to environmental science and that I intend to take over the world, wipe out the human race and let the dogs take over.

Until then though, I suggest we try to get along, no use in giving up your coffee buddies just yet. Although I might put some soymilk in it.

We also have to remember the stories. The adventures of all the charactors inside us. All those personalities that make up who we are. The ones that inspire us and make the trip to the grocery store a grand escape and a near death experience with the Fearsome Mighty Beth Ė Lady of Change. Youíll never get it back!

Stay aware, and keep on your toes....






Now the Bed from the Land of Pillows calls. I must locate the sound and smother it with my sleep. Quench those fires of tiredness and magically make a new day, in a true imaginative klichť. Hooray!

Farewell!


*chokes and believes this might be as cute as it's ever going to get*


------
"Atlantic" -Melville Rude


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