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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I sincerely hope that I am not next because of my suggestion…
You know I love you Enid! You know I meant it in jest! It was a test! I wanted to test Rachael and she got a big FAIL. At least now you know who your friends are.
Evil! The audacity to talk about your “celebrity” friends when you’ve done such a horrible, horrible thing. :@…
Ah well, life moves on 
Thank you so much for getting rid of her! I know you’ll be a much better replacement 
Mike Wazowski is great; I think you two would be really good together. His green really brings out the blue in you.
You know, you should really use the sexy Tiger Style Administration for your Wordpress CPanel, Enid. Tell Rachael for me, won’t you?
Rachael will be missed… but she didn’t have tentacles, blue skin and hot pink polka dots. Being an octopus is pretty awesome after all.
But will Rachael really be missed - seeing as she is not dead!! *insert dramatic turning point music here*
No, Rachael come back! Enid, you better be a good host!
Enid, you and Mike Wazowski look so cute together. You should get married.
That is. The most. Adorable. Octopi ever!!!! *huggles*
Have fun running Calm Banana alone!
*Peers at photo* Is that IE I see in that first pic? Tsk.
^ Actually, it’s Firefox. I’m using the “aero” theme which makes it look like the vista version of IE7 and therefore makes me FF look like it ‘belongs’ with vista. Har!
Back from the dead, Rachael? *ooooo-oooo-ooo*
Hey, it looks like Rachael’s risen from the dead… sorry to break it to you, Enid, but I don’t think you got rid of her…
Ew, why would you want FF to look like IE? I have mine looking like Safari… :X
I don’t necessarily want it looking like IE, but it’s nice that it looks like the rest of the vista-style windows.
I haven’t used safari in ages, and to be honest the loading bar appearing behind the url kinda bugs me. It’s a personal preference thing.
*The dead walk tonight*
ENID! It’s not very nice to kill your hostess!
Hee! It looks like Rachael has come back from the dead.
Thanks for the suggestion about the ask and answer. =D
Enid was typing??? *is scared*
When I first saw Enid, I thought he was a nice and calm banana-esque octopus. Unfortunately, it is not so. Bad Enid!
I wonder if there’s a jail for stuffed animals? (Not trying to hurt your feelings or anything here, Enid.)
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Nan said:
I envy that you met so prominent celebrities at Rachaels. I knew that everyone who can claim that they are someone would be hanging out there and dear Enid - Now you are a celebrity too.
I am not sure how I feel about you killing Rachael. Sad, frustrated, devastated - yes - but oh well no one but you is replaceable. In a billion years or two I will have found someone as great as Rachael. Take care Enid - and don’t forget to drop Rachael off somewhere - corpse smell.