The First Hour

34.5 Minutes. That's how long it took. To do what? To decide some colors, the layout, and the title. Yes, a necessary sacrafice. And we have nothing. Our feet are cold, we're thirsty, and the lions outside really don't seem too full. If only we were only stupid enough to give you our address to send food over. DON'T FORGET TO MARK IT PRIORITY SHIPPING! {I think the lions like lamb.}

Speaking of food, we had a wonderful dinner tonight. Yes, just wonderful. Over-salted macaroni hits the spot.



It's kind of funny how the "Create" page can sense your lack of creativity - once it sees that you're not really thinking hard enough the "save now" button goes gray and you know you'll be stuck on this page for a while writing a bunch of run-on sentences. I like gray. It matches the gloomy weather outside today. Very decorative.



Since we have just horrible, horrible grammar, we'll just make a list of our incomplete thoughts - so you could get into our heads a little bit:



-broken crayons and obsessive whining


-random videos watched on YouTube and complaints about invasion of privacy


-seaweed


-skeeball


-violence on television


-bleeding drumsticks


-proper posture


-poisonous water


-damp origami paper



And to top it all off, we'd like to give you a bit of information about ourselves just because we know how bored people get from reading lists.



So we'll give you another list! Authors on this blog {or at least as of now, *ahem*}:

-elli: I like poopy pastels! They're really soft and smear really nicely, when it's warm...



-norm: I used to have some pill bugs and after decaying for a while, they had flipped over and started dehydrating themselves - it was quite entertaining.



Now off to bed you go, you don't want the Oogie Boogie man to eat you all up when you've stayed past your bedtime.