My patch of grass is a mound upside down
I hate tall people.
With their long legs and long torsoes. Ugh.
What an atrocity on the senses!
This obtuse quality of tallness is detestable.
Of all the hateful things tall people are the most detestable.
A hatred so ill-founded and completely superficial is but a characteristic of hobbits.
Which is what I've metamorphed into - as I'm dimunitive, apparently can't be heard coming in or out of doors and live in a hole UNDER the ground with a lil meditation space equipped window.
Hobbit-Hole
Not to worry, am bound to grow hairy feet soon or later.
Not to worry.
I shall call myself Greta Bobbitson and be eventually referred to as "Greta the Great" once I've conquered the evil that bequeaths minimalistic jewellery.
So I shall be forever on jewellery centered quests that shall involve wise white haired wizards, lovely looking elves and large golden eyes. And loads and loads of special effects. All very magical.
It sounds very nice. Very fairytale like. Mmmmm...
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