And we whisper, "Say what you're thinking right now."
Rawrrr. Update timmmme. Maybe this is Greg. Maybe it isn't. Maybe it's his imaginary friend. Maybe it's Satan. Maybe it's just an ordinary person like you or your brother. Who knows?
Penguin. What now?
Other things to write in Greg's/my Livejournal.
How cool would it be if I really was Greg and I updated my journal like this just because I'm a creep? Well, it'd be cool, just a different kind of cool. The kind of cool where I'm always walking around with a plastic grocery bag full of mysterious unknown contents. Maybe it's cold pizza. Maybe it's rotten vegitables. Or maybe it's the shattered pieces of my former life. Or maybe it's just full of a bunch of melty candy bars that I eat really loudly while standing too close to you in line.
So anyway my weekend was weekendy.
I'd be way into a slice of gum right now.
I guess that's all for, now. I guess that's all for unnecissary comma now.
Time to go. THE PAPER, PLEASE TAKE US HOME.