What's so civil about war anyway?

Sorry, been busy lately. Nope, I didn't fall off the face of the Earth, but I did get killed. And so, without further ado, my obit:

Stashmonkey, 29. Brookline, MA. Stashmonkey was found murdered in a local Starbucks after an evening spent with Stariel (pictured above with sock gun in hand) and friends. She is survived by one sock and the beginning of its mate. At this point, both socks have been completed and are on their way to meeting their feet in Chicago. In lieu of flowers, please send donations to your local yarn store.

Stashmonkey will be buried in her new, rather comfy, socks of doom.

Previous Title: Nirvana, "Come As You Are"


Jofrog said...

Oooh, Ariel told me that she had you, so sorry for you to be killed so soon... really, it wasn't a fair fight!

Hope the new school year is treating you well.

Emma said...

My condolences.

Unknown said...

Hey, even though I killed you no hard feelings, right?

I just noticed that you use song quotes for all your post titles - so cool! I'm jealous that I didn't come up with that idea. ;)

Sarah said...

Sorry to hear that you were killed off, but those do look like some nice socks!