Holly happy in pants!

"I'm on a placebo beng. I want to make Brian Molko my friend. He is just so perrrrtyful! We could play dress up!"

Michael the angel looks up over the paper he's reading. His light blue eyes come to rest apoun the little red haired goth girl in the corner. He reasons that this is clearly the source of the bizare udderences he just heard.

"Holly honey, we have got to get you back to that psycitrist."

Holly looks back over her shoulder at the angelic figire of Michael. A solft pout plays across the girls features.

"Ahhh Michael don't send me back to that man he's crazy. All he ever did was tell me how fucked up my life was. He never once told me how I might be able to better my situation. To be honest I don't think his life was as peachykeen as he made out it was, and it's not like I need to pay someone $75 an hour to tell me how screwed I am."

"Okay Holly, but please do me a favor. The nexst time you go out of the house will you put some pants on?, and also when your grandparants come to dinner don't start stabbing the meatloft in the middle of grace."

*Holly's eye starts to twich* "It was evil, and you know it!!"

"Just the same now all your relatives think you'r crazy. All though I think the thing that sinched it for them was when you excused your self from the dinner table to go to the bathroom, and then came back complettly wet. You din't even offer a word of explantion."

"I'm not crazy" *eye twich*

"Oh of course not. Now go back to talking to the floor lamp. I think he might be getting lonely again."