The start of something good.

Someone once told me that reading over other peoples sholders' was rude. That was convienient for her; she had the fashion section and I'd finished the crossword. The shoe would have been on the other foot had she had the auto section and me with the funnies. But then I'd have to get out of bed earlier and beat her to the paper. And on a Saturday morning? She can have the glossy pull-out section.

Someone once also told me that to wish a wish upon a thousand stars is like spreading marmite on a piece of toast that already had marmalade on it. That person later that evening threw up on their own shoes, and that looked like marmalade on toast, with some marmite and carrot and stuff. So the jury is still out. It's a little Peter-Pan-ish, if you ask me. (and I noticed you didn't!)

Someone has also been telling people that I'm dating someone who may or maynot have something to do with something. If you know who you are, and you know what I'm talking about, then, fine, alright, it's true. That someone is involved in something. You don't need me to tell you.

If you're not that someone (and I pity you all the slightly less for it) then go forth and beat Merry. Pippin should have rocked that world, and don't get me started on the Ents. *sheesh*