Ah, the epic absurdity of a new week is here once more. As I sit here on the fourth floor of my beloved sanctuary, Perkins, I contemplate many things, most of them beginning in "What" and ending in "am I doing here?" However, much as I would like to decorate the blog with my wistful, late-night musings, spreading them thick and luscious across this cybernetic void like the icing on one of the many cakes with which I have so recently satiated myself, I must instead perform a much-needed but little-desired duty I have thus-far overlooked. And so, without further ado, I give you a PUBLIC LETTER on behalf of THE FORTRESS and ALL OF K-VILLE.
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN (And believe me, you know exactly who you are...):
~*QUOTES OF THE DAY*~
(a series of out-of-context quotes that should by no means be taken at face value)
Claire: (when talking about food) Mmm... hair.
Will Spokes: Can I have a kiss?
Maggie: Yeah you can!
EDIT: No clarification allowed. Hence the out-of-context-ness.