Published on 12, July, 2020
I am currently sitting in front of my computer, which is in my kitchen, waiting for something to finish cooking in my microwave.
As I will be eating shortly, one might well wonder why I chose to sign in, or why I feel compelled to share this uninteresting news with you.
Well, I did not know that within 5 minutes of me signing in, my son was going to ask if I fancied something to eat, which I do... because I'm hungry. So, now I'm sitting here thinking, "Don't get too involved with the forum discussions, or at least not until after I've eaten."
"That's all well and good", you might think, "but why are you telling us all this?"
Um, I have no idea. None whatsoever.
Disclaimer: Sparkly accepts no responsibility whatsoever for the effect this most peculiar discussion may have on anyone who views it... unless the effect is laughter, in which case she definitely does.
Acknowledgments: Sparkly would like to thank all members who have contributed to this discussion.
Whilst Sparkly knows she is without a doubt completely bonkers, or at least she was when she originally created this post (and hopes she still is now and always will be), Sparkly is inclined to think she might not be alone in being bonkers, considering some of the contributions made to this discussion.
I wasn't autistic until I entered this thread...
Best post in the whole thing
If only I knew which post of the billions in this thread.
Don't tell me you didn't know we used to be witches!!! So, it's conceivable some of us retained their skills. After all it's impossible to burn all the witches
Genius!
Steven I'm inclined to think I should rename this post to 'The Curse of Sparkly'.
OR, maybe The Curse of Queen Sparkly, who wants an Ology, but doesn't want to eat a Snake & Pygmy Pie.
I refuse to die of Late-Night Nonsense! Anyway, I don't wake up 'til 2pm.
Dead by dawn! [stimming intensifies]
'The Curse of Sparkly': great - so passive-aggressive a title that I don't know whether to be scared or delighted or just stim 'til the break of dawn.
Charming! Just charming!
I'll explain why another time, but your comment in relation to my comment about the 'something' is extremely apt.
He handed me my degree
She’s in my house… for some reason.
No Des’ree I’m not going to say and it really was a winner
That piece of toast was my dinner
I'm afraid of the Spark'Specially when I'm in a parkAnd there's no one else aroundOoh, I get the shiversI don't want to see a ghostIt's a sight that I fear mostI'd rather have a piece of toastAnd watch the evening news
sublime stuff Des’ree thanks
Steven , I can assure you that you will not perish out of curiosity. Patience, dear friend.
The Spark. That’s great
Christ, I sound like Simon Callow...
Not you! Those lyrics are in my head now. Fun Boy Three
Telling lies, well that’s no surprise
Well now you *have* to tell us the story, else we perish of curiosity!