Poorf! *Summons A Frog Onto Your Head* (it Is Polite But Uncomfortably Moist.)

Poorf! *Summons a frog onto your head* (it is polite but uncomfortably Moist.)

Suddenly I'm a favored mistress of the court, sinking into my bower after the banquet, smiling at the thought that he may pass beneath my window, and catch the scent of the familar attar of those golden mornings. May he remember those days well, and may he remember all his knowing smiles, when he thought himself so clever as forsake and cleanly rid himself of an adoring lover (a peniless maid of no account, no danger yet to him) and may it prick him now that I am worshipped by the very august personage whose jacket he is not fit to button.

Putting perfume on before bed feels so luxe and so crusty at the same time. It's giving Marie Antoinette, Versailles energy.

Just sniffed grenadine and got a VICIOUS sense memory. During a heat wave I used to sneak it outta the cabinet and put it on rough crushed ice from the fridge for "snow cones." That was the summer I read Anne of Green Gables. I just got my first American Girl Doll. I OFFERED HER SOME TOO. I gotta sit down. I gotta sit down.

Hrrrm! *I look a trifle thwarted* [the frog appreciates the gesture] *it looks a trifle Warted*

Poorf! *Summons a frog onto your head* (it is polite but uncomfortably Moist.)

Hey, look, I've been thinking about this for a while, and I think I need to end things between us. It's been fun, really fun. But I can't comprehend your true form like at all, and that's a real stumbling block for me in a relationship. I mean, youre a great...entity, that's not the problem, I mean, you keep me up at night, I can't get you outta my head, but I need substance in a relationship and all the trances and wailing in tongues are starting to get in the way of my growth as a person. Much as I'd like to remain friends, well, my retinas are crusting over and I think it would be best to have a clean break.