Barrels and Bull-headedness

My companion seems to think that I amjealous of an inanimate object. Kenny. There is so much I could say... really. But is he, no it, worth the trouble? Nope! I completely fail to get what in the world Oneirus sees in it. Now if it were a cast of fine Merlot, or even Cabernet Sauvignon... at least then it would have some value to it.

Well, since Onei insists on constantly bringing his little toy up, I might as well have my say in the vain hopes that someone from TG will actually wander by and find something worth commenting on. (HA! the slackers!) I find the slimy thing rather revolting. You would think that when he had the stupid thing fixed he would take a moment to wash it. But no, that would be asking too much. His stupid wooden bucket smells worse than anyof the wee beasties that have come out of my closet. I must say that I'm just glad he wasn't insane enough to think he was taking it home. No WAY is something like that coming through the door!

*sigh* My personal feelings of (alleged) avarice aside, I heartily approve of anything that can breathe life into the TG. It hardly seems like the place I first walked into. Then it was vibrant, full of life-- er, unlife. Everyone was excited to be there and eager to jump in. But now... Sickening really. I think this may be my week to start launching personal barbs. Why not? Have the feeling certain vamps still aren't reading anyway, so of course they can't be insulted!