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A spoke too soon. My wireless card pretty much ate shit last night. Lime marinated poop ala flambe with a side of couscous in a light mango vinaigrette. Delectable. So's I's need's me's new's wirelesses cards. Okay now read over that again with Skwisgar Skwigelf's accent. Much more entertaining. Matter of fact, read the rest of this post with that accent in mind.
But no plurals. Shoot. Plurals is plural.
Got to talk to Tom about my acting today. So far so good! Looks like I won't get cut for DROPPING HIM. Hopefully Irwin and Micheal have good things to say as well. I'm a bit frightened of Irwin, but...y'know...like you do. The master is always pretty freaking scary.
OH oh Oh oH, got to read Waiting For Lefty in class today. I giggled a bit, because of the Actor's Nightmare reference...then I stopped giggling because the scene is supposed to be intense. That and 1930's down-in-the-dumps cab drivers don't giggle. Very much.
The HOUSE! The house...the...house.
OUR HOUSE.
It's pretty nice if you can ignore the ants. There are quite a few ants. Doesn't bother me none. Long as we all have THE RENT ON TIME GODDAMMIT, it's cool. I'm really wary about buying things right now (except the whole cell-phone deal...heh...ehh..) considering that charges seem to burst out of thin air. What the hell? 75 dollar deposit, or we DESTROY YOUR WATER. 80 Dollar deposit OR WE SEND A GUY TO RAPE YOU. IN THE BUTT!!! But hell, it sure beats not having a house at all. Now as soon as we get decently unpacked, we can actually invite people over! Hot dawg!! On a STICK.
Fafafa. I'd better go. Things to do. People to see. Rectums to ravage. You know the drill.
But no plurals. Shoot. Plurals is plural.
Got to talk to Tom about my acting today. So far so good! Looks like I won't get cut for DROPPING HIM. Hopefully Irwin and Micheal have good things to say as well. I'm a bit frightened of Irwin, but...y'know...like you do. The master is always pretty freaking scary.
OH oh Oh oH, got to read Waiting For Lefty in class today. I giggled a bit, because of the Actor's Nightmare reference...then I stopped giggling because the scene is supposed to be intense. That and 1930's down-in-the-dumps cab drivers don't giggle. Very much.
The HOUSE! The house...the...house.
OUR HOUSE.
It's pretty nice if you can ignore the ants. There are quite a few ants. Doesn't bother me none. Long as we all have THE RENT ON TIME GODDAMMIT, it's cool. I'm really wary about buying things right now (except the whole cell-phone deal...heh...ehh..) considering that charges seem to burst out of thin air. What the hell? 75 dollar deposit, or we DESTROY YOUR WATER. 80 Dollar deposit OR WE SEND A GUY TO RAPE YOU. IN THE BUTT!!! But hell, it sure beats not having a house at all. Now as soon as we get decently unpacked, we can actually invite people over! Hot dawg!! On a STICK.
Fafafa. I'd better go. Things to do. People to see. Rectums to ravage. You know the drill.