themeletor | strange but it seems like there’s a mutiny brewing inside me

so um I ♣ Natasha.

the srettan: i think bowdoin is just its own alternate universe
the srettan: like. seriously.
the meletor: yeah
the meletor: probably.
the srettan: i think you're in a weird weird place
the meletor: like the bermuda triangle
the srettan: hahahahh but i like it. OMG YES
the srettan: YOU'RE IN THE FUCKING BERMUDA TRIANGLE BUT WAY WAY NORTH and you have albatrosses.
the meletor: nothing but seafood and quaint little houses and crunchy people.
the meletor: AND ALBATROSSES,YES
the srettan: crunchy .... people????
the meletor: yah. um like, eco-conscious?
the srettan: oh really?
the meletor: yah
the meletor: so named for granola.
the srettan: so like recycling hippy folk?
the srettan: in quaint fish-eating houses?
the srettan: who haven't ever heard of an easter vigil.
the meletor: YARR, I AM A HOUSE AND I EAT YOUR FISHES.
the srettan: and lure unsuspecting albatrosses into their midsts
the meletor: yes
the meletor: so the houses can eat them too.
the srettan: hey ... amytiville horror
the meletor: AHAHAH!
the srettan: bowdoin style
…
the srettan: so basically you live in Brunswick square... and how you're still alive is conundrum that defeats my brain because of the lack of pedestrian awareness, your crunchy eco-crazy granola-saving people, and fisheating albatrossluring horrors of houses.
the meletor: yes.
the srettan: this is not a parallel universe. rather it's the most quaint hell-hole that's quite heaven-like. and i think you should write a book about it.
the srettan: "my adventures as the only normal (and sober) resident of brunswick"
the srettan: "it all started when i woke up one day to an albatross FLYING TOWARDS MY FUCKING WINDOW"
the meletor: AHAHAHAH
the srettan: "and i knew, from the magic that is google, that albatrosses do not belong in such places. so naturally i knew either this was one fucking large seagull or i was in for somethin else"
the meletor: *heart*
the srettan: "i bet it heard about my 12 jars of peanut butter and its greedy self wanted some of my stash"
the meletor: hee.
the srettan: "well... as long as it wasn't some chinese albatross. i don't like chinese. i mean... who would? grammar and all that"
the meletor: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH
the meletor: OH YOU WIN AT THE EVERYTHING.

no really. I ♥/♣ Natasha.