I struck a conversation with Hamlet's bear. It goes like this: Bear: You are fat. Me: You are mean. Stop spoiling my mangoey mood. Bear: So? Me: Oh shuddup. You are a huge blubber of fat yourself. Bear: Hehehe... I'm a stuffed toy. Me: Oh get a life! You... you... oh big goofy grinning adorable thingie. *hugs bear* Bear: Nice. *snicker* Me: Hmph. I know you have a crush on me. *pats bear on head* Bear: Heh. *tries a lascivious grin* Me: Wibbit. Now that was seriously weird. I should get a life. And no I am not on any foreign substances unless you count mangoes. Fruit are anathema to me. Welcome to my little world of my head. I did name this diary "document in madness" after all:P.
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