blackmaze

*cough* There's a reason for these. I promise. A few "ewe-phemisms"- On the lamb. Sheep of fools. A sheep at the wheel. Woolly bully. Sheep thrills. Three sheeps to the wind. Baaa humbug. Sheep date. Sheepskate. Like sheeps passing in the night. Bleating the competition. Miles to go before we sheep. Little Sheep of Horrors. Sheep trick. Fleece Navidad. Thanks for mutton. You're getting sheeeepy. Wool you marry me? I only have eyes for ewe. Bleating Hearts. Shear Delights. Shorn Identity. Fleecing the neighborhood. Leading the flock. Temple of Loom. A Wolf in sheep's clothing is a wear-wool-f. Mutton f

My last journal entry was three hundred and sixty-six days ago. That's kind of...unsettling, you know? Weird. Kind of creepy. Anyway. Ironically enough, I had a tuna sandwich yesterday. That's just a little sad.

There's half a tuna sandwich mocking my right now. I think it has become the ultimate goal in tuna-life to mock me. I made myself eat half of it during my lunch break. And now the rest is just sitting there, mocking me. There's something kind of pathetic about tuna. I mean really. Tuna fish. Tuna *fish*. Doesn't that just sound sad to you? Especially a tunafish sandwich. Kind of puts in mind the two pieces of wheat bread and mushy mayonnaise in a brown bag. Well, it actually came in a white bag with 'no tom.' written on it in blue pen, wrapped in aluminum foil and on a toasted french roll. With a pickle. And its mocking me. In other news