Note to self:
Avoid the bad koolaid that many seem to have consumed recently...makes one cranky, negative, and unable to play nice in the sandbox with others...

Remind all that opening day at Saratoga is only 4 months away.

note to myself: remind morty that i love him. ask if he wants me to send dave his roses back.

Note to myself:










WHAT!!?

Note to my stinking self:














SHE TOLD ME SHE DIDN'T LIKE ROSES!!!

note to myself: I told morty that I thought roses were overrated...not that I didn't like them.
but poetry captures my heart.

Note to myself:





Must quickly recover form the backstabbing sneak Payson's shameless ploy.

Obviously Thebby is bat blind to his motive.

Friggin' roses...that's all it takes!?





Must stop anger.

Center on goal of destroying the savage Grayson.

not to myself: tell morty to see name that poster contest thread in esoteric section.

Note to myself:




That I can do!!



Tell Thebby to destroy latest message so sneak thief Grayson does not see it.

Make DEM SHOO she does it.

Note to myself:


Go to poster contest thread in esoteric thing.

Note to myself:




Oh this is spiffy......ya might say!!!!





CHA-CHING!!!!







Must hatch plan to rig contest in Thebby's favor.

Perhaps also suggest 2nd place prize winner gets to mix flesh with me....


...Mortimer Dexter Foxworthy.






Tilt that prize towards MissWhat'shername.

note to myself: tell morty misswhat'shername is pretty ok.

Note to myself:




Yes....that's why she will win 2nd place prize.



Thank Thebby for erasure.

Will have youknowwhat later .....can't lose on this one.






Grayson's a fool.

Note to myself:



Tell Thebby to go to Off Topic thing.




And then tell her to waste Grayson.

note to myself: tell morty people will talk...

Note to myself:


Tell Thebby ...then have someone else who can't be tied to her waste Grayson.

Note to myself:




Well how do I like that?

I empty my soul for the wench and she doesn't even read it!

I am nearing my end with Earthly creatures.

note to myself: tell morty I read it and it was very sweet. I am concerned that carla might be jealous..

Note to myself:


SWEET!?




SWEET!!?





SWEET!!?









Oh my God.



I am an artist....not a Whitmans Sampler ( Where lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed).



I take my fine work elsewhere ma'amage.




You have destroyed me with your condescending bone.






We artists are very sensitive....because we are brilliant and get very frustrated when mere Earthlings cannot see what we can.










You have yourself a real nice night.

"Sweet"







Get me outta heah.

note to myself: please explain to morte' that I am simply overcome and words fail me in the face of such elegant and overwhelming praise.