This is NOT Nikki's entry. It's Brett's
Hello all of you who read, this is the incomprehensable Brett.
I have come to a stunning realisation. Keyboard stands are almost as retarded as microwaves. Think about it, they both have buttons on them and they also emitt high intensity lazer beams.
So i guess i'll start talking about stuff that isn't shit. I think this week is turning out like most weeks in my humble little life. I keep pressing shortcuts, i go to work (and yes, it is MY work, i own it) and i'm hanging out with friends on the weekends (and tuesday). I went to the green room for the second time on friday night. It was pretty cool but i almost lost my bullets, luckily Amie stole them before i lost them but then i forgot to ask for them back, so no bullets for Brett.
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Now that the intermission is over and ive had time to adjust my gummy bear claculator i'm... i'm... lost.
(URGENT URGENT URGENT, nikk has informed the world that bottle caps are NOT, i repeat NOT fun to suck on. Oh..and she has a pimple coming up)
Where was I? Oh, i was at the gummy bear factory, and..and i...i'm still lost.
Oh yeah, and now i do have something to say, like really something.
Flicky, yes Flicky. You were supposed to come to the Green room on Friday, but there was no sighting of you. I was sad. I'd better get to meet you soon, or else i'll..Grrrr, what with the explosions and the fire and the "Oh i've broke a hernia" and the sort. The armageddon is approaching.
So anyways, the gummy factory..oh..wait. No, i'm lost
I think it has gotten to the point where my ramblings have to stop so i bid all of you a farewell and a gummy bear factory. Ye..h....wait, thats not right. Meh.
Goodbye, and remember, incorrect grammer is the tool of the devil. THE DEVIL GAWD DAMMIT.
I have come to a stunning realisation. Keyboard stands are almost as retarded as microwaves. Think about it, they both have buttons on them and they also emitt high intensity lazer beams.
So i guess i'll start talking about stuff that isn't shit. I think this week is turning out like most weeks in my humble little life. I keep pressing shortcuts, i go to work (and yes, it is MY work, i own it) and i'm hanging out with friends on the weekends (and tuesday). I went to the green room for the second time on friday night. It was pretty cool but i almost lost my bullets, luckily Amie stole them before i lost them but then i forgot to ask for them back, so no bullets for Brett.
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-------------- INTERMISSION ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Now that the intermission is over and ive had time to adjust my gummy bear claculator i'm... i'm... lost.
(URGENT URGENT URGENT, nikk has informed the world that bottle caps are NOT, i repeat NOT fun to suck on. Oh..and she has a pimple coming up)
Where was I? Oh, i was at the gummy bear factory, and..and i...i'm still lost.
Oh yeah, and now i do have something to say, like really something.
Flicky, yes Flicky. You were supposed to come to the Green room on Friday, but there was no sighting of you. I was sad. I'd better get to meet you soon, or else i'll..Grrrr, what with the explosions and the fire and the "Oh i've broke a hernia" and the sort. The armageddon is approaching.
So anyways, the gummy factory..oh..wait. No, i'm lost
I think it has gotten to the point where my ramblings have to stop so i bid all of you a farewell and a gummy bear factory. Ye..h....wait, thats not right. Meh.
Goodbye, and remember, incorrect grammer is the tool of the devil. THE DEVIL GAWD DAMMIT.