The Light of My Life

I am currently listening on the internet to a small radio station in Sonoma, California, where a show with a very special guest is playing. That guest is not other than Elliot, or E-licious, as some call him. Apparently Elliot has some friends that have a radio show, and they decided to let him come to the studio and join the show. I just heard him say hello to me on the air, describing me as "the light of my life." Awwww....

I Know What You Did Last Christmas

slowly leering dry

star beckoning hooked snowman

mouldering elf bleeds

Where has Muskrat been, you ask? Well, I'm in Tulsa now, gaining weight and catching up on television. I haven't had cable in so long that watching MTV makes me dizzy; I feel like I'm forty years old and cranky. "Can't they sit still for five minutes?!" I can easily see why every kid in America is developing ADD. With pictures on TV changing every 3 seconds, you might start getting frustrated when it takes a full minute to read a page in a book.

The Circus Ended Badly

fool exalts grayly

carousel hums, flesh screaming

chimpanzee glowers

It's Christmas Eve, and I'm looking forward to getting a bunch of granny panties and weird socks that I'll never wear. Chalkthis is getting a very expensive digital camera, but here at my home we reject those bourgeois kind of gifts. We stick with things like spatulas and ill-fitting sweatpants. The most important thing is that I get to see my family, especially my brother, whom I haven't seen after being home for a week. He must really love me.

Don't Fear the Reaper

infamous cowbell

battering insipid plow

hovers breathlessly

I'm supposed to have lunch with Akbar today. We'll see if he shows up. I'm worried that he's going to want to talk about more serious matters, when I'd much rather have a lighthearted lunch. I haven't seen him since I moved to Austin back in July (has it really been that long?), and I don't remember us parting on the best of terms. That's a long story, so I won't go into it here, but I will tell you that Akbar always tries to play the hero, saving people from themselves. Let's hope that's not the case today.

The Giles' Sex Dream

echoes doze feebly

unhappy fitful woman

imagines, warm sheep

I hope to be doing some more blogging in the next few days. Those of you in Norman should know that I will be there on December 28th and will be staying until January 2nd. I hope to see some of you lovely folks! If you tell me later that you didn't know I was coming, it will prove that you never read my blog.