Once upon a time there crawled unto me a flying marmoset. What was I to do? It looked up at me with those beady little eyes and conveyed to me that its home was being chewed and whacked at by mighty boisterous beavers! [nar nar nar they went] As I ambled over to the hut, lo and behold! There stood the mighty and glo… Read more

Once upon a time there crawled unto me a flying marmoset. What was I to do? It looked up at me with those beady little eyes and conveyed to me that its home was being chewed and whacked at by mighty boisterous beavers! [nar nar nar they went] As I ambled over to the hut, lo and behold! There stood the mighty and glorious Stephanie Lee!! She radiated like a toaster only wishes it could. Through a general discourse of feminism, selflessness, eye twitches, and afternoon lunching, we decided on the only reasonable course of actions. Beavers [and strawberry sauces] must be ours. we then broke out into song and dance and let the rowdiness ensue. after which we commenced in ice cream eating. all the cool people do it. i am honored, priveliged, touched, enlightened, and slightly less sane by the friendship with this dear friend o’ mine. i like stephanie. i like her very much. peace and pillows