slipinsin

The gargoyle demanded that I write something, however stupid, to start this journal... In fact, I think he'd rather write this than me, so:

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Hmm, well, since his hands are permanently attached to his face, I guess I'll have to do it... He was brought to me from France by my brilliant but slightly psychotic aunt. He is a likeness of a gargoyle which resides on the Notre Dame de Paris (although he thinks that he was made to be slightly more handsome). He lost his horns when I accidentally knocked him off of a shelf several years ago, and he's still very angry about that... To make up for it, I told him that he could appear with me in this picture, so that maybe an SG would see him and fall in love... He would like me to point out to the ladies that, as you can see from the picture, he has a very large tongue... I keep telling him that since it's made from plaster, this won't excite any of them, but he thinks otherwise...