“If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.”
— Mitsugi Saotome
the eighth day of christmas
after spending six hours proofreading/editing skool reports for Sir (at ten minutes a report... what is it with joe and josephine continually mixing up practise and practice, spelling students' names wrong, and confusing he and she? don't get me started on commas and semi colons. capital letter omissioning i will sympathise with though. pffft.), i made Big Fat Stocking Fillers Stuffs. cos last week i found seven Big Fat Very Friendly Bottles half price from Kathmandu on the whim of solving one of the summer's problèmes. The Curse of The Disappearing Drink Bottles. the other problème being that Kathmandu don't make seven varieties of Big Fat Very Friendly Bottles.
*ack!* how, oh how to differentiate? pas de problème.
nope. not keyrings.
jingle jangle name tags.
which are now firmly attached
to seven Big Fat Very Friendly Bottles,
winging their way to The North Pole.
and there will be no excuses for un/de/rehydration all summer