Rachael’s dead! (The adventures of Enid, Day #3)
This entry was posted on September 28, 2007
Bad news I’m afraid, peeps. Rachael’s dead. I killed her. She was just… well, she was boring me. She left me on my own all day while she went to work, and when she came home she just pretended like I didn’t even exist. Things came to a head when she tried to eat me as Aisling suggested, and I just wasn’t “down” with that. I did not travel all this way to be eaten.
Now that that’s out of the way, let’s move onto more interesting topics… like me!
Today I’ve been hanging out with celebrities. Yes, I’m just that cool.
Those of you who aren’t British probably won’t know who the crazy guy in the sheep’s outfit is. And no, he’s not a wolf. Ba dum dum. His name is Wooly and he’s basically a pin-up model for a British store called “woolworths”. He’s legendary, he really is. And he’s really friendly. I got his autograph.
Mike Wazowski, ladies and gentlemen, Mike Wazowski. Whoever said that Monsters Inc. wasn’t real, they were lying. Lying! Mike’s even crazier than Wooly, but ugh, he gives the best hugs.
Thus concludes my day. I think I’m going to go sift through Rachael’s DVD collection, maybe chill out and watch a couple of movies, eat some chocolate, you know how we octopi be doing.
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The adventures of Enid, Day #2
This entry was posted on September 27, 2007
Today Enid learned about what it means to be musical. We started off with the piano.
Next we moved onto the saxophone.
No, Enid, you’re doing it wrong! Try blowing the other end…
Yes! That’s much better! Your tone is a bit… raw though. Let’s try the clarinet instead, I think you’ll be better at that.
That’s perfect! Oh, Enid, you’re better at the clarinet than I am. I’m so jealous. I wish I could play the clarinet as beautifully as you do. Where did you learn to play like that?
Who’d have thought Enid was so talented?
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The adventures of Enid, Day #1
This entry was posted on September 26, 2007
Bubs has a passion for Octopi. She has one octopi in particular (”Enid”) that she’s decided to treat to an all-expenses-paid round-the-world adventure. Lucky sod. So far Enid has been to visit Ashley in Kentucky, and right now she’s with me here in England.
Today I am off work sick *coughs* and Enid swanned up at 11am.
It’s two o’clock now and Enid has already been causing mischief. First she threw me out of my own bed.
Then she pranced around with boxer shorts on her head. Clearly the long-distance journery from the states has gone to her head.
Right now Enid and I are going to go and have lunch. Here’s to hoping she doesn’t have crazy dietary requirements. What to octopi eat, anyways?
