Monday

Sunday

comment on junk. i command you politely. cuz theres lots of fun-loving junk at the bottom but nobody's commenting on it and it's really making me sad cuz i need some pointers. okey-dokey? okey-dokey? okey-dokey. its a deal. kapesh? kapesh? kapesh.
doesn't anyone kapesh?!
comment on junk pleaseeeeeeeeeee
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he keeps eating the babies. he's so mean. 'cronus married his sister'
oh god. why couldnt he just kill it like a normal person?
alanna you have to write it all so they can understand the storie. and type what i'm saying
alanna: nooo
'cronus married his sister rhea. and they had many children' uhh..... 'but cronus was afraid one of them might overthrow them just as he had overthrown his father. so when each child was born he swallowed it' DISCUSSION BREAK!
that's nasty! he married his sister. theres a lot of that in the greek literature and junk. and culture and junk.
why did he have to eat the babies? why couldnt he just bang a rock over their heads or dump them off cliffs like normal disturbed greek people?
alanna: cause they had to get em back.
youre supposed to say that later. when we get to that part of the story. there are hoboes at cooper-young! now let me get on with my story. 'rhea was horrified. when the youngest son was born she tricked cronus. she hid the baby zeus in a distant cave so that cronus would not find him.' DISCUSSION BREAK!
oh yeah shes really smart. how many children did they have before that she let him swallow.
why dont you just let him swallow zeus, woman?
now you have to argue with me in some discussion that she was smart or something like that.
alanna: but if she hadnt done that then we wouldnt have any stories!
fine fine let me get back to my story.
alanna: I DONT WANNA DO THIS.
well it's my blog.

Friday

read about me, sailor delia!
... no that is not my name.
my name is morgamus. i act like i'm mean to people on this blog but i'm nice to people most of the time. but that would be boring to read about so i am funny. and mean.
people are mean to morgamus all the time. and then i throw things. lana was mean to me and i threw some change on the floor. she was mean to me some more so i threw the door. it was shut. and then she couldnt get in. and then i huddled up in the bathtub. and i hate commercials. they're mean. i hate the belly button commercial where all the belly buttons sing "I'M COMIN OUT! AHH!"
i was thoroughly distressed.
i started seeing illusions. i looked down at my belly button and it sang, "I'M COMIN OUT!"
i went to a stomach doctor. what are they called? diddle diddle i hate it that doesnt matter.
and i told him "My belly button's comin out!" and then he laughed me out onto the street! so did the people at the gap. i need a theme song.
on ally mcbeal they had theme song. then maybe i could laugh them back out onto the street. or.. or.... outside the door anyway. or somethin.
i wanna theme song. it has to make you bounce. i bounce a lot.
bouncie bouncie bouncie bouncie fun fun fun fun fun!! cuz i'm the only one.
iiiiii'm the only morgamus!
i'm a wonderful thing.
i'm beautiful i'm beautiful i love myself i love myself
that is my therapy. theme songs are therapy. my self-esteem goes up and down. it demotes itself and then shoots itself up and then everybody thinks i'm selfish but i'm usually nice!

this has been a rant. by a llama calling herself morgamus.
i doubt you should remember any of it.
it would be best if you forgot this whole situation.
I'LL BEH BACK.
Morgan: I like odd people !
Mom: Me too !
Morgan: I'm odd !
Mom: Me too
Morgan: People look at me and go "Uh... Morgan?" -.o <- people
Mom: So do people look upon me !
Dad: So do people look upon me ! So do people look upon us all !!
Morgan: and we laugh upon them !!
Dad: and we laugh upon them !
Morgan: Dance fools dance !
Mom: HAHA !
Dad: Dance !
Morgan: DANCE FOOLS FOR YOU ARE LESSER THAN WE !!


That's my basic life
               wait.....

no it's not


                                this is my Friday

Saturday

this is the dude. i don't know who he is. it says we're a match made in heaven but it says that about every guy you end up with. how can you be a match if you've never met someone before? i don't like his name. i'm going to change his name to paddington.
goodnight, paddington.
you know the thing about reece's? the middles are very soft like they didnt put em in just right so you can poke a hole in em and they just come out and all you got is a ring of uncompleted reece's. and the reece's says 'darling only the moon can make me whole again!' and then the reece's's lover, which is also a reece's, set off on a medieval journey. it settled the endless war between the Turks and the English.
but they just started fighting again when he left.
anyhoo, that's not important. he tamed a dragon and rode it to the moon. and the cut off a big chunk of it with his.... with his..... he didn't have a sword. he had a.. turkey pan.
that's no good.
he used a......... letter-opener.
and he brought it back to his lover reece's with the hole in the middle. and she slapped him. because.... the piece was in a triangular shape and she could not fit it into her hole. and she said 'now the moon will never be whole again!' and nobody lived happily ever after.

this has been a short story by Morgan Rose Stewart, the most important person in the world.
(and she's modest too!)