Jul 06, 2004 21:24
I've got a typewriter now.
It's really old, and it types out
really faint letters.
I admire it, regardless.
Shannon stole it from an abandoned tennis
club and carried it to my house in the 4095 degree
heat. Then her arms twitched for hours.
True story.
Anyhow, I owe her my soul. Because thanks are cliche'.
my pho no graph: it's funny how people say something
my pho no graph: ..they start a new conversation,
my pho no graph: and then they're like "I don't care to carry this petty conversation on any longer. Bye."
hyperchicken79: oh yea, uh....that happens to me...ALL THE TIME
hyperchicken79: haha, i like this
hyperchicken79: I HATE SCENESTERS, AND I'M BETTER THAN THEY ARE, THAT'S WHY SOMEONE DIED AND MADE ME GOD. KTHXOMFGLOL
my pho no graph: hahaha
hyperchicken79: so like...if someone dies...I GET A CHANCE TO BE GOD!?
my pho no graph: I guess so!?
my pho no graph: and me too!
my pho no graph: yay!
hyperchicken79: HO-LU SHIT
hyperchicken79: holy*
my pho no graph: ?
hyperchicken79: no...i like ho-lu shit better
hyperchicken79: i need to be god
my pho no graph: haha
my pho no graph: me too
my pho no graph: we should be god