Wolsamnoraa's Blog

Guess what, friends.  You’re hired!  Not really, though.  I want to tell you a little about my life.  It all started at the beginning when I was born.  I was a twin then and still am today.  My wombmate, Milhouse, as he is referred to by no one is one of the largest men that an ant has ever seen.  During my youth I grew up.  I marked all of my belongings with urine and shared everything I had including bath water.  My mother was an earth science teacher on the moon and my father was half lemur and three-quarters poet.  We climbed great heights together.  I went to school in reverse order and Milhouse attended in normal sequence.  We met once in 6th grade.  Elementary school was a breeze.  That’s the time when we lived on an island.

I became very strong playing ball sports under coach Lifton.  I was younger then.  It was then I learned a sad story; my best friend died before I knew him.  He was a quadriplegic.  He had no arms or legs and but he played in the grass.  His name was Russell.  I had a dog with fleas and a hamster with thumbs.  After graduating kindergarten, I joined the Peruvian circus in Brazil.  I was a flutist and I made delicious crepes.  That was a long time ago.  I met people like Biz, the singing ninja.  Almost everyone heard him coming.  He was married to a deaf princess from Albany named Sheila.  I met her too.  We used to take pictures of each other and watch them age.  It took forever.

After the circus I lived on an escalator for a short stint.  At the top I met a girl.  We were wed.  She grew into an ogre and ate all of our house plants.  She had a way with squirrels.  She would eat them, too.  We grew older every day.  We had children.  A boy and his sister.  She died shortly after the kids in a salt water bath I had given them.  I learned that ogres can’t breathe under heavy rocks.  It was her anniversary.  I didn’t celebrate holidays then.

I lived alone after that.  I liked short stories and to pass the time I read a lot of booklets.  I briefly took up smoking and then stopped.  It was one of the hardest things I ever did.  I got older and my breath got worse.  I bought a boat and sailed around a buoy for a year.  It turned out that my anchor was stuck.  I ate a lot of fish then. 

I am sick now.  I’m getting older and my bones are getting shorter.  I’ve grown as much as I have shrunk and I think that I’ve learned more than I’ll ever know.  I’m in a bed and the sheets are wet.  I guess that makes it my bed.  Would you like to join me?  You’re hired.  Not really, though.  I already said that.