I was napping away when I was rudely awaken from my slumber with the ringing of the doorbells. I was rather irritated, and anxious, because I never once had guests visit me unannounced or without informing me beforehand. I contemplated to ignore the doorbell, but the continuous ringing irritates the hell out of me, so I made my way to the door, only to be greeted by a guy from a courier company.
“Are you Cleffairy?” he asked in a rather strange voice.
And I dumbly nod, and told him almost absent- mindedly that I am indeed Cleffairy. I began to wonder if this is real, because nobody knows how Cleffairy actually looks like, and where she lives. I started to think that this is another one of my weird nightmares, and I was actually prepared to see the delivery guy to transform into those monsters that Power Rangers fought. I was expecting Queen Rita to go “Make my monster grow” on me and the monster will be blown up into a full scale mad godzilla, ready to flatten me.
Then this feller asked me to sign a piece of paper, and handed me a package, while muttering something that sounded pretty much like “Weird name”.
I was flabbergasted of course, cuz it’s not a dream after all, and I don’t get to kick some monster’s ass. But as soon as I saw the package, I immediately knew the culprit who sent it to me, and I cracked up instantly, remembering that someone does intend to send me something. Something kinky, actually. Or rather, I had coerce that particular someone to send me the kinky thing. I had somehow forgotten about it, as it was last year, before Christmas.
It’s Claire’s doing! She’s the culprit. She sent me pasta. Ha ha.She really sent me the pasta. I went inside the house, and rip the packaging open. And looked for the penis she sent to me. LOL…fine…I’ll be honest. I practically ravage the thing, thinking that I’ll be getting some penis to eat…oopss, penis pasta to eat. Talk about impatience…
Apparently, Claire thought that I am still underage. Haha. She wants to protect my innocent eyes and not so innocent mouth from those horrid pastas she ate last Christmas. You see… Claire has always been a mummy figure to me. And so, she must have want to live up to the status. Which mum would send her daughter penises anyway?
There are no penis pasta that I requested. But there’s these…and some chocolate that wasÂ attacked and walloped immediately by the alien in my house. *sigh* I only get to eat one of them. LOL…those aliens in my house are rather hungry, that’s why they immediately have a go at those chocs… or was it pralines? I wasn’t so sure, cuz it melted in my mouth way too fast for me to be able to identify which species it was from.
Cute stuff…. those smiley magnets…I like them a lot. I played with them like a little girl! And who could have thought that Cleffairy is actually capable of giggling?
Thank you Claire. 😀 I like these pressies. I got a Xmas pressie, after all. Albeit a little late. I loved them to bits, especially the magnets. I was really surprised, actually. I have forgotten that I had somehow requested for you to send me the penis pasta. LOL… *hugs* Thank you so much Claire. You made me smile whole day through.
Quote from Cleffairy’s novel in progress: I wish I can give you the world, but it’s not mine. You can have my heart instead. It’s all I have.