Costumed Villainy

You are kind.

And you make me exceedingly happy. 

Home.  Powdery white death. Kitten.  Hurts.  No.

That will be more than satisfactory.  You really have nothing to ‘make up’ Sir.

Everything is the matter, everything hurts.

Your guess is better than mine right now.

I could attempt to attain no more.

Guess is all I can do now.  It’s wretched.

I shall endeavor my best to do so for you, Sir.

Robosexual recluse.

I shall watch and document your activities extensively.

Day to day recluse.

That remains yet to be seen.

I have the sinking suspicion that what is likely to be seen is a series of fanciful mishaps on the part of myself while lollygagging my way absently about this net based locale. 

You could delete it, but I believe it has already been ‘reblogged’ and as such cannot be fully removed, Sir.

This is literally what you all look like right now.

Well this is down right embarrassing. Even by the regular standards of my general day to day experiences!