There are polar bears in my living room, 2 of them.  They're very nice but the big one sat on my coffee table and broke it.

I still don't have a roommate so where did this mistletoe come from? 
I really do think this island is a lot stranger than life was before they told me this was the 'real' world and our world was not.

[ it's a beautiful evening. the moon is waxing, the stars are just beginning to prick the night sky, and behold! there is mistletoe hanging in every nook and cranny you can think of. whether you are taking a stroll outside for a late-night cup of coffee, just came out of your favorite cafe, are taking a walk by the snowy beach, or possibly just innocent strolling down the hall of your apartment, it is there.

whoever steps beneath it may not know it, but suddenly the person standing beside them, passing by, or walking in the opposite direction suddenly looks a lot more attractive. maybe their inhibitions just got shot to all hell. whatever it is, it's time to pucker up. ]

No, I still taste it. It's still there.


no, still

YOU COME NEAR ME LIKE THAT AGAIN AND YOU'LL BE TASTING BLOOD



ugh no its still there