ignore the last post-actually don't. it might turn out to be the truest thing i wrote today.

if i were to say that the world was my oyster, i might be laughed out of court- yeah yeah sure, what the heck so it ain't- but what would i do with an oyster in any case? they don't make brilliant pets- no noise, no motion, no huggability- bo-oring! i suppose i could eat it, but why murder a family of mussels to vent your angst against your dumb unpettable pet? not much chance of finding pearls or making ornaments out of a single piece of sclocky-shcmuck either!

venting on oysters- bless their silent little souls- has completely made me lose track.