Drachen Jager made 101 New Year's resolutions, and he has already broken 100 of them. His friends are wondering when he'll break the 101st, which--not surprisingly--involves playing with his 
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Nymtoc believes Drachen Jager has already broken the last resolution, taking WriterWho's self-help class a bit too literal.
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WriterWho has bought herself a self-help book for every occasion, even one for those who are addicted to buying self-help books.
Drachen Jager stares at his snow globe, wishing he could live inside the adorable gingerbread house within it depths . . . for just a day . . . to see what peace is like.
WriterWho falls asleep each night with a snow-globe on her chest. As she drifts off she drops the globe and whispers, "Rosebud."
Nobody knows what it means.
Nobody knows what it means.
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DJ keeps trying to participate in the "Say the First Word That Comes to Mind" thread, but no one seems to hear him.
iLion is convinced that written words can be heard. To that end he sleeps with one book on either ear in the hopes that he'll learn something through osmosis.
Drachen Jager regularly stands at his front window and throws his hands high in the air, shouting, "Boom," wiggles his hips, "shaka-laka." Faster and faster he goes. More shouting. More wiggling.
Until the sweet, innocent kitty races off his yard.
Until the sweet, innocent kitty races off his yard.
WriterWho watches from her unmarked surveillance van, trying her best to picture me doing my dance without clothes.
Drachen Jager adores sitting on his roof, his old teddy bear his companion, while watching for shooting stars and wishing with all his heart his sweet dreams will come true.
WriterWho adores sitting in her driveway, her old teddy her only clothing, while watching for passing truckers and wishing with all her heart that her sweet dreams will come true.
Robbert is currently singing, "Happy Birthday to you . . . Happy Birthday - to the sweetest, most generous, most beautiful, most talented, most charming - W-r-i-t-e-r-W-h-o. Happy Birthday to you!"
He's sweet like that.
He's sweet like that.
Whenever WriterWho is feeling a bit down she tells everyone she knows it's her birthday.
Usually this means she has 20-30 birthdays a year.
Ironically, in the process she's completely forgotten the actual date of her birthday.
Usually this means she has 20-30 birthdays a year.
Ironically, in the process she's completely forgotten the actual date of her birthday.
Drachen Jager has WriterWho's birthday gift wrapped prettily. Too bad it's moving. It also sounds a lot like that sweet, innocent kitty.
DJ is going around his neighborhood collecting twigs from discarded Christmas trees. He says that, when ground up, they make a good smoke.
DJ stuck a bull penis down his pants to impress sweet innocent kitties but it slipped the wrong way and now he walks funny.
For some reason Sprogsprasser thinks kittens are impressed by bull penises.
I think he has a lot of therapy ahead of him.
I think he has a lot of therapy ahead of him.
Robbert is busily reprogramming all of the Arcade hits of the '80s into new pornographic versions. He just finished Dik Man, and his current project is Donkey Dong.
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