A letter to a Belgian...
Mar. 26th, 2006 12:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
logansrogueDear Monsieur Poirot,
I know I had promised an evening with you tonight. You, me, and a pack of sugary rascals which I'm sure you would have found tres classy. But unfortunately I took two Mercyndol, with relaxant, so I'm going to have to look at pretty pictures of various mammals and read the same sentence about their reproductive habits over and over again until I finally understand wha the hell it is I'm reading. Trust me, you don't want to be around me like this. It's better for the both of us, I assure you.
But don't think you've gotten away from me that easily. Look at my expression in the icon - see? That's me, determined to read you up, down and sideways.
Yours,
Madam Noompsee.
I know I had promised an evening with you tonight. You, me, and a pack of sugary rascals which I'm sure you would have found tres classy. But unfortunately I took two Mercyndol, with relaxant, so I'm going to have to look at pretty pictures of various mammals and read the same sentence about their reproductive habits over and over again until I finally understand wha the hell it is I'm reading. Trust me, you don't want to be around me like this. It's better for the both of us, I assure you.
But don't think you've gotten away from me that easily. Look at my expression in the icon - see? That's me, determined to read you up, down and sideways.
Yours,
Madam Noompsee.
