Daily spewage of a bitter mind.

I walked upstairs and sat on the couch next to Ian.

“Hello, Ian…” I said in a deep creepy voice as I wiggled my finger.

“OMG you’re watching the Shining aren’t you?”

I had finally gotten around to watching it for the first time.

So I introduced Ian to Mr. Stink, a finger with a face Malcolm drew on for me.

Ian came down to watch the rest with us and Mr. Stink seemed to enjoy it also. I have a feeling Mr. Stink might hang around for a while. He’s kind of dark and depressing, but I enjoy his company.

~ by dmoola on April 12, 2010.