Your result for The Golden Compass Daemon Test...
Independent Soul.


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Off to bed early in an attempt to swat this cold before it gets going. XP

Shen: Here, come look at this.
Me: Hang on. I'm constructing a sandwich.
Me: ... It's a very delicate operation. I have to pay close attention.
Me: Or it will EXPLODE.
Me: Oh, wait. That's bombs, not sandwiches.
Shen: But what if it's a bomb sandwich?
Me: ...
Me: oh shit.

Butts.

(I got nothin' today. Y'all will have to provoke your own thoughts.)

shopping list

milk
juice
bread
pop-tarts
meat
beach ball
sanity

I have the Chicken Dance stuck in my head.

I would like to recite a poem for all of you.

( My poem is entitled: The Man From Nantucket. )

Wallpaper therapy, lolz.

brb goin to the moon

( I think we've officially trampled all over the thin line between genius and madness. Like a herd of elephants. That fart rainbows. And shit kittens. )

Body: HUNGRY
Brain: K. Here. Chicken nuggets. Bad for us.
Body: HEAVEN IS FAT AND SALT
Body: OM NOM NOM
Brain: We'll have healthier food tomorrow.
Body: |D K
Id: Hey. Hey. Hey. Guess what.
Brain: ... what.
Id: CHICKEN NAD-GETS
Id: *never grew out of 13-year-old sense of humor*
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