The flowers...everywhere, the flowers...

[msfledermaus]

Uck, there's pastel everything just everywhere this week. Pastel petals, pastel dresses, pastel hats and pantsuits and handbags and teddy bears with pastel hand-knitted sweaters and pastel tourguides with upswept pastel hairdos and pastel wrapping paper with pastel flowers in pastel vases that break and spill delicately hued water all over the granite floors of the Jade Mines...springy clever pastel gardening tools in the shop next to sweet little pastel tea candle lights all in a row...

*hyperventilates a little*

There, better now. Even though I'm wearing a flower in my hair for Art in Doom...(It's blood red. Not delicate pastel pink. I have my limits.)

It's just a bit overwhelming, really. It should be alright once I get a chance to eat my scary chili dogs for lunch. They're not pastel either. Hehhehheh...

Oh, wait!! I almost forgot!! Just like last year, I Ms Fledermaus, Chamion of the Illiterat and Queen of Mausiland, because this week will be full of this kind of craziness, do hereby declare that I will gleefully INSULT anyone who asks me too. Vividly. In great and horible detail. You heard me. Bring me your horrible smarmy stinky unworthy self and I will bring you the tastiest, god-awful insults I can think of...

Now that's what I call therapy:D