So I may not have say on this blog blog, but me an Harmonoo am kind o a thing. I knows eet am not normoo for yumans to go out with peopoos whoo am four times them’s age (she am twenty, an I is five today), but we has a differoo progressioo o maturitoo. If eet am meant to be, eet am meant to be.

I likes bein five. But when is I goin to get wrinkoos so peopoos takes me seriousloo as a philosophoo???

Hewwo!

What ickUw forgot to teww you in hish washt posht ish that he had a tight deadwine for weading hish book; he had to be finished by today if he wanted to shay he’d wead a book by the time he wash ten.

ickUw’sh birfday ish in vewwy good company; Giwwiam and I are both gettin owder today. I am a venewabwe wook wook, at twenty yeawsh owd. It’sh actuawwy a vewwy shignificant day in wook wook hishtowy, wiv me being twenty, Giwwiam at five, and ickUw at ten. That’sh if you count in powersh of ten, which we do. Metwic wook wooksh for the win!

That’sh one of the thingsh I do to keep up wiv the youngshtewsh of today–internet shwang. Sho exshpect to shee wowbearsh any day now. I wook at youtube and evewyfing. The yumansh are shaying I’m wike a shewtered wewigioush schoowgiwl, and that’sh why I’ve gone nutsh now and wike gutsh and evewyfing, but I fink it’sh a natuwaw pwogweshion for a cawe beaw.

I decideed what I has to read a book befoo I is ten. Fing is, I decideed that only a coupoo o monfs agoo, an the book I wanteed to read were Cryptonomicon. Eet am over 9000! I means, over 900 pagees long. An eet am about codin an cryptologoo an Woo Woo II, so quite dense. An I wanteed to prove what I isn’t dense, an can read books, like my broo Manwoo who can not only read books but write them too!

On Monday, I finish readin eet! Now I is a proper persoo!

An I has to stop bloggin now becoo the GRR whose ooves I is usin have had martini.

I knows they says what peopoos am moo attracteeve when thems facees am symmetricoo, but I not beyeaves eet. At least, eet am definiteloo not troo when eet come to look looks.

Just take a look at me:

I has a line drew down me ‘middoo’ seam. Me nostroos am space wonkiloo. Me beads am space wonkiloo. One ear an ossicone am slicked back, an the othoo sticks out like, “NEYO!”

But, when yoo gets down to eet, is I not cute?

An there we has eet, fellow wonk-maestroos: remember yoo is cute, an yoo will be quite happy livin wiv wonk.