the alligators are staring at me.
Now that I'm working from home, I have all of my 125+ snowglobes right at my desk again.
The two alligator snowglobes are creeping me out. One from New Orleans and one from Mississippi. I imagine they fight it out at night, next to the frog from Florida and the dolphin from the Bahamas.
Perhaps the witch from Salem, MA, or the cop from Fargo stop them at night. Dog knows, it isn't the World Trade Center, which is knocked on its side, or the useless hula girls from Hawaii.
While I'm swamped at work and hoping for an up-and-running iBook again so I can post pictures, I want to dedicate this story to Vitriola, the metal-loving freak who is living with a man addicted to Hall and Oates.
Back to work, if I can battle the alligators.
The two alligator snowglobes are creeping me out. One from New Orleans and one from Mississippi. I imagine they fight it out at night, next to the frog from Florida and the dolphin from the Bahamas.
Perhaps the witch from Salem, MA, or the cop from Fargo stop them at night. Dog knows, it isn't the World Trade Center, which is knocked on its side, or the useless hula girls from Hawaii.
While I'm swamped at work and hoping for an up-and-running iBook again so I can post pictures, I want to dedicate this story to Vitriola, the metal-loving freak who is living with a man addicted to Hall and Oates.
Back to work, if I can battle the alligators.
posted by itgirl at 10:53 AM
2 Comments:
Snow globes. How can we be the same person when I don't know about the snow globes? And have no urge to own even one.
I'm disturbed.
Welcome back. It was a relief to see your smiling face when I came to read today! Hope everything is going good for you.
(They only come out to play when you are asleep.)
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