I couldn't hack the ocean today so I shucked my gills and went walkabout on the glorious shores of British Columbia. The surf kicked at me and I kicked right back. My toes wobbled with strawberry jello.
I don't miss my gills. Long hair and gills don't mix, and I always had one hell of a time with it getting sucked into my gills on every intake.
As I walked toward the forest, sand worked its way deep into my feet. I could feel the grit grinding its way up through my vains. It tickled when it reached my thighs, and it slowed down my walking speed. I didn't mind, though. I'd rather be a turtle, anyhow.
I don't miss my gills. Long hair and gills don't mix, and I always had one hell of a time with it getting sucked into my gills on every intake.
As I walked toward the forest, sand worked its way deep into my feet. I could feel the grit grinding its way up through my vains. It tickled when it reached my thighs, and it slowed down my walking speed. I didn't mind, though. I'd rather be a turtle, anyhow.
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Date: 2005-01-27 04:20 pm (UTC)From:You may inform your dream-anatomy-manager, that it's okay, and the hair no longer interferes with the gills.
Sweet dreams...
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Date: 2005-01-27 04:33 pm (UTC)From:Otherwise, I have absolutely no clue what the hell you were just talking about.... heh.
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Date: 2005-01-27 06:40 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-01-27 07:22 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-01-27 05:19 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-01-27 06:01 pm (UTC)From:Wow. Are you a turtle?
[all together now...]
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Date: 2005-01-27 07:19 pm (UTC)From:Coolness!
I am jealous. ;_;
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Date: 2005-01-28 01:00 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-01-27 08:08 pm (UTC)From: