Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. -Marcel Proust
Saturday 24 March 2007
Murdering bird just flew back to find his supper. And wouldn'tya know it, Mark had JUST took it to the bin in the street. He stood on the grass just looking at the spot where he left the guy, like "Wha? He was just here! Damn. What am I going to tell the Mrs?" Now Mark has me feeling gulty that his babies are going to go hungry. And he must murder again.