kiya

ardaniel, have you ever pondered sending emails to your friends in strange code due to parental influences? You were in my dream, at least. :}

Other features of the dream included my little brother Ben who has no relation to me, but I forget why; a high school that really rather resembled a shopping mall; someone who'd taken a bet or something to speak Spanish for the entire day attempting to find someone who could change a fifty who actually could follow his request; and hiking back towards home (well, my parents' house) from the bus stop (county, not school) because I'd realised just as I was about to get there that I felt too utterly miserable to actually go to school, and so it was necessary to march back in the oppressive heat which was pretty bad even though I was only wearing my thigh-length watermelon shirt and not carrying anything. (And to carry on in the ice cream theme there was apparently a Friendly's wodged in between the gas station and the turn-off for the grocery.)

When I finally crawled out of bed I found a folder of comics on top of my computer, from

brooksmoses and

suzimoses. I feel fuzzed.

In a fit of genius, I have added emails with the phrase "only $" to my spam filters.