While
Master Lex went to his Museum last night, I thought I
would start my pilates. Must work off all these Chupa
Chups I am practicing with. Master Lex should have the
best. This work out left me tired. And I went to bed
early. This
was the largest mistake of my life. Including the time I
slept with the Mob boss's younger son.
I had very strange
dreams last night. People speaking with cotton in their
mouths. Large shreiking rats. With English accents. Woke
up and thought: Must get out the Dream Dictionary.
Was walking to the
kitchen. Was passing by the study. And the rats. They
were speaking again. Oh no. It wasn't rats. It was
hideous. It was. Victoria
Where to start.
This woman apparently invaded the house while I was
sleeping.
She is vile. She
was wearing a hideous dress. I believe it was actually an
ugly curtain that was draped around her wildly augmented
body. And I think she was wearing a Christmas ornament on
her necklace.
But it wasn't the
clothing that was the worst.
She opened her
mouth. But did words come out? None that I had ever heard
before.
Master Lex started
by asking her why she brought her rich english muffin ass
over the Atlantic. Maybe he didn't say english muffin
ass. I am just paraphrasing.
She replyed with:
"My fahtha unerstans you may have some
neeegativ..." This was actually where my brain shut
down from the pain of her voice.
But my eyes
couldn't help but see the worst. She attacked Master Lex!
The horror. The pain. The horrid kiss. At least it didn't
seem that Master Lex was interested at all. There has to
be hope for me. There has to.
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