Thursday, September 28, 2006

I've been socked...

harmless looking puffy envelope arrived today. I brought it in the house. I'm not dead yet, I thought. I opened the package and was mesmerized by the soft alpaca, a glorious lavender. I'm only dead if I wear them I said. They whispered seductively. 'Wear us, it's safe. You're only dead if you wear us out of the house. No one will know.' I doubted but tried them on. Exquisite, nothing to compare, oblivion, bliss, darkness. They lied.

Photo to follow later.

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Wednesday, September 27, 2006

The letter

I recieved this letter from my victim's husband today:

Dear Tsarlingfeld:

I am sorry to report the death of my wife by sock at 5:23 this evening. The socks are lovely, i hope you are happy with your self ;-)

Look for an email from my wife soon, she has some grieving to do for a short while!

This is fun. Who's next?

Friday, September 22, 2006

sock Wars begins

Thanks to Hurricane Gordon, we all got a slow start.