Post title, like poast holder. It holds the poast!

If you were a shade (or a tint as those are commonly misused or forgotten) of orange you would be chocolate package orange! Yum, that means you are a sweetie. Or a cutie, which is also orange. And now that there are two more of you running around the globe striking orange into the hearts of men, I guess you could even be a third shade, like flyswatter orange, or Joy's iron man cup orange. Don't mix those. I don't want flies in my cup. Which totally reminds me, if you put a white glove on your hand and stick it into a bucket of mud the mud wont get glovey! Have you ever tried to have a conversation with Mozart? He doesn't listen all the time, but I like listening to him. It all pays off in the end. Unlike my pizza. It never pays for itself. Good for nothing... Not you, the pizza and the glove! Ok, have a pot holder day!

Minions of Disease

Butterflies. Yes, you heard me. Butterflies!

Oh, so that's what that button does...

DelliPOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Today is the 2nd of March in the year of 2011.
I had to tell you I found myself in Wonderland, but all the Narnians said that Wonderlands contract had expired, so Middle Earth was returning. I decided that a war between the three would be just too painful, like eating a watermelon before you cut it up. I wonder what would happen if you cut up the moon? Would you have a never ending supply of cheese? But I bet it would be nasty cheese. The holy stuff smells like my feet, and that's not very nice precious.
Oh, I actually came to say I heard a song that reminded me of you, and now I want to write you a song just like it. I don't think they'll mind if I borrow the lyrics... or the music. And maybe the actors singing it too. So there you have it. I just made you a song!
Love you like I love the loaves of my feet!
From your souless sister! (It's me, Joy)

Alfalfa

Deara Adella,
Is the world like Alfalfa? Maybe more like wheat. Definitely. Shinning and shimmering golden stalks blowing in the wind of autumn. Beautiful. But useless unless used. It's like a two edged sword. It's like friendship.
No one but you do I wait for, yet you refuse to see.
I know this is unfit for this strain. No witt, no rules, no home. No laughs..., but dear Adell, where were you today?

Dear Honeymooner,

Why is it called that? Are you really stuck on a moon eating honey? Is it flavorful? Yumm, orange honey is the best. Orange is the best. I don't eat oranges much though. They look like human flesh sometimes, just like when you bend your arm your elbow can look like your butt. I was wondering if you fell off any cliffs yet, then I remembered you are going to get abducted by mad cow disease and it really doesn't matter anyway if you have a red hat on. I must admitence, I'm jealuos of your orange knickers. Please share. Gota chaow.

Drats those Fishtics!

Dear person of extreme personage,
I saw today I had a follower. It made me feel proud, like I'm a leader of sorts and I mean something, then I realized it wasn't you Adell.... I don't know what to think. I can't lead that other guy! He's scary like the mokana stuffed animal that I sometimes wake up to in the middle of the night. But mokana is so loving and soft that I could never stay scared of him. After all, who else would befudle Kurgi if he wasn't around. Someday I'm gonna dress you up like a big soccer ball. Then I could kick you all over the street and no one would think twice on it. But if you got bruises your face would look less like you and more like a bag of Dole blueberries. Then maybe you'd taste swell. And your face would swell. I like that idea. But I don't want you to be in any pain so I'll have to do it to my follower instead. Now I'm all sad....

My feet are like penguins 5 and 26 and 2010

I seem to remember you telling me you would smell nasty. But you didn't. You smellet like one of victorias secrets. They are very secretive, no? If you sang me a love song I'd marry you. Yup I would.

What now brown 3-14-10

I have a feeling! That tonight's going be a good night! Because we have a condo in Moab that is condolicious. Just like your face, which I didn't get to see yesterday. Or the day before... Now I must imagine it and your not going to like it. I really think I'm going to put big black zits on the tip of your nose. And your going to have a buzz cut. Don't forget you have 3 arms. Holy cow! I can't believe you look so bizar! You must change. If you don't we wont be able to meet face to face till I menatlly prepare myself. And this could take a few monts. Maybe years.

Hmm... Mentally prepairing, mentally prepairing, mentally prepai.....ment..p....................

Marching in the 9th of 2010

Dear Adelllllllllia,
I can see my feet, as they are attached to me. It is highly convenient to have them thus as I can use them any time I feel the need to. I can also protect them from unwanted touchings, and give them a regular cleaning. If I was to give any advice to you today, I would recomend you keep your feet attached to you. You'll agree, if only you try for a short while, that the benefits far outweigh the negatives. I do hope you'll try.

Sincereticly,
Jamonely Danish-princess Hearless

The End of Time in 2009

Dear Unfortunate One,

We have run out of time. It is the end. Nothing more can be done. Nothing fixed. Nothing gained. That is why I'm taking Angel's cat and running! I figure there is nothing better at the end than a fuzzy mamillian clawing at your face for atention. Just like a beaver. Are you the king of the Beavers? You can't fool Owls. Or Armadillos. Or Pineapple Juices. I like Pineapples. They are the coolest bushes in the universal studios. I approve! Cia and Happy end of 2009. May your new year remember that everything can be redone. Everything can be fixed. You can marry me.

Love you! Love Joy!

November of the 6th of 2009

People are starting to leave!!!!

LLama

Dearest Adell,
I regret to inform you that you are about to die and painful and horrible life. It was, of course, the mamoth turtle and the talking sphinx that told me so, thus it is inevitably true. Don't talk to cars or go under back lining umbrellas or you will feel it sink in like ice cream sinking into the pit of your stomach from tummy yummies.
But that is a very pleasant feeling truth be told. I don't know what this means, but good luck. Don't die. Don't fall down steep holes dug by rabbits. Don't eat me on tuesdays. Don't look both ways before crossing. The left will do.

Your painful life die friend, Me.

Dear one who didn't answer,

... I think I lost the magic beans that make my life work. I cant find them or any of that magical magically ness. I guess I left them all on the train to never world (It is so much cooler than never land!), and the train won't come back. How do you catch a train anyway? Do you put honey on it's tracks, or maybe you throw sticky hands at it and catch it off guard. I think I'd tempt it with balogna. But if it's a vegatble like me it might run the other way. Oh how hard it is to catch a train. That's it. You have to get it for me. I chose Adell! And since I'm America you have to do it! Good luck!

P.S. (though that's a lie because I didn't sign anything) Try using a frying pan.

JUneth 12 of the year of the Bulloney

Dear Dream One,

I spend too much time daydreming about you. As I was just informed of this today it has become a real problem. My computer told me this disturbing news and now I wish to stop. Please stay out of my dreams wether in the day or in the night... maybe the night... well, if you want to that is. I might be able to squeze you in there between my Godzilla and Shadow Lord Zain dreams at night. But definitely stay out of my day dreams. Thank you for taking my concerns into account. Have a fantastic Joy's dream free day.

Love in a non dreamy way,
Joy of the Dawn of the Hudpeth!!

May 23, 2009

Dear Dellipoo!

I've decided I'm going to be a squirel next christmas. Not a chipmonk, or a beaver, but a squirrel. Then I can stroke my own fuzzy tail, seing as anytime I try to stroke the tails of squirels around here they freak out and bite me. I might have made a mistake stroking the fuzzy one with a fuzzy mouths tail. Xok, I feel fine... Just fine.
So, yesterday I saw that the power rangers, and I saw the storm troupers. But they weren't fighting like everyone says they do. No, they were waving at eachother, and I'm sure behind those plastice facade of masks they have that they were smiling. I decided if storm troupers and power rangers can be friends then there really is hope for world peace. We can be friends, and spread waving and love all over the world. I think maybe even I can make peace with santa clause for telling everyone he's not real. He got real mad about that. I still haven gotten a christmass present sice third grade. I'm gonna try waving at him. So, love the world and the rangerees.

LOve,
JOy DAAAWN

May 11, 2009

Dear Adell,

I learned that your not dead today. This was obvious as I was talking to you on the electronic voice teleportation device. Sometimes I wonder if you can talk to the dead on it though. Or if you can see them on the Magical Moving Photo Box. If you ever die will you tell me? I can't talk to you anymore tonight. My pet unicorn is trying to sleep and getting mad at me. I hate pet unicorns. They have so many less manners than free unicorns. Sily pointy horses.-

Love,
-Joy-

May 9th, 2009 #2

Dear Adell,

Ok, I forgive you. Besides, I really need to tell you about the birthday party. I don't think it was Anybody's birthday, but it definitely wasn't Nobody's. All that matters is we had birthday cake and ice cream. It was creamy and vegetarian friendly. I like stuff like that. It tastes good, and I can eat it and all that. Yeah, that was some cake. Verry delicious. Did I mention it didn't have any meat in it. That made it the best cake ever. One day I'll make you no meat cake. Good birthday. I still wonder who it was for. I liked it.

Love
-Joy-

P.S. Christian Bale wasted 1 hour and 32 minuts of my life today. I hate it when he does that. Normally when we get together he has a lot of fun things to do and says stuff thats cool. Today he just stunk, and had a funny face the whole time. EW GOO!

May 9, 2009

Dear Adell,

I hope this finds you not dead. I thought about if you were dead today and my world stopped. Dread and darkness filled the world and I think I stopped breathing, for like a split second at least. That would be horrible. If you really died it might stop longer... and then I'd be dead! And it would be all your fault! Your horrible! How could you think about doing that to me! I'm not sure I want to talk to you anymore.

Love
- Joy-