September 14, 2004

Let’s write a collective story. The wonderful mace started this one when she commented on yesterday’s entry. Now it’s your turn to keep the narrative going. Write something short and funny below.

I remember my head impacting against the ground, and then getting up all wet, shaking grass from my hair.

It wasn’t until much later that I remembered the shrieks of the llama, and the retinal imprint of the flash on the reporter’s camera. I don’t think the OPP are going to press charges, but wait until PeTA hears about it! And boy, the itch is killing me.

Steve’s to blame for taking me to the park that day and pointing to Lodo the Llama “Llamas are queer creatures,” he said, giving me a meaningful look. “What do you mean?” I asked, but he just looked away and rubbed his crotch impulsively…