table... for one?

Ahhhh the table for one. Those mysterious breeds whom fine wine and dine themselves. Maybe being seated and waited on is their only human interaction. It makes me think of Dani my little sister. ahah. Take that, even though she doesn't read this. Anyhow. I've decided to make a new mythical beast called a traps-tze-tze. It will be a goat head with chicken-esqu legs and some miniature dragon wings. It can't fly, like a penguin it swims the world, using its wings because its legs are frozen in place. It'll be awesome. AND instead of weird goat horns it has elephant tusks portruding from the top of its head. thats how it catching sea food. Spearing them by swimming up. Sooo I still am in need of a hammertown job. A few possibilities are rearing their heads... but niothing fo sho. But I am coming home fo sho. And I hate mandarin. lots. its boring. and lame. Anyhow. I should go do numbers... or math... or figure out what they both are and why I need them (I don't.) peace out.