I am astonished and ashamed by how quickly I was able to descend into a life of crime. My cell mates, the 3BT, seem increasingly less cool when I find myself charged with wack rhymez and now face imminent Splashy Smashy!
This is my second imprisonment in as many lands visited. If I knew that every time I traveled to a foreign country I would be thrown in its least comfortable holes, I perhaps would have not left Professor Island in the first place. I believe I am fed up with imprisonment.
A disgrace! I will tell you, Blobby, a Discoverist must be out in the Field – lifting up rocks, peering around corners, giggling uncontrollably whilst chasing butterflies! Discoverists should NOT be cooped up in various Pits of Despair…
I miss my Dirigible – flying among the birds whose tweet-tweeting offer me immediate updates into the emotions of the clouds, the feelings of freedom, the date/time/location of boundless soaring glory. Tweet-tweet, my winged brothers, my swooping sisters. Tweet-tweet.
I resolve to no longer be a be-jailed delinquent teenaged bean! I am old! I am good! I am a Discoverist, darnit!
Current Mood: A Three-Bean Salad wherein the beans are "shame," "disgust," and "a longing to not be in prison!"
Discoveries Made: I take back having said, "3BT 4 Lyfe!" all those times. I have Discovered "take backs."
Hereinto referenced: Kerchief Dirigible ¤ Splashy Smashy ¤ Three Bean Teens ¤ Twitter