Lewis Carroll, bitch!
I got a new phone today because 1 - my previous service providers decided to go bankrupt and, 2 - the Razr phone that I loved with all my heart and soul is uncompatible with every friggin' other provider. Go figure. So, I am now the proud new owner of a shiney red samsung phone. The best part (well kinda) is my new number - it ends with 666. Call it fate, call it destiny... either way, I can claim partial ownership of the Number of the Beast.
Does this mean I'm allowed to be evil?
In other news... I am going to start attending BCC this fall.
In other news... I sent in the missing copy of my massage school diploma (i.e. once I get an ok, I can finally sign up to take my boards. Finally!)
In other news... I desperately need a job.
In other news... it's time to smoke a bowl.
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"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Does this mean I'm allowed to be evil?
In other news... I am going to start attending BCC this fall.
In other news... I sent in the missing copy of my massage school diploma (i.e. once I get an ok, I can finally sign up to take my boards. Finally!)
In other news... I desperately need a job.
In other news... it's time to smoke a bowl.
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"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.