Hi Chrissssy!
It is now 7:02PM on Tuesday August 2nd.... and do you know where you are? I don't. There are plenty of times I wonder where you are and what you are doing. Stalker-ish? Perhaps, But I wouldn't want to call it that. Maybe more like, 'friendly check ups' on your status.
I wonder if you realize how horribly uncomfortable your chair is. I'm currently sitting in it and I just can't seem to find a center and lean to one side. Definitely going to cause back pain, in fact I think I feel it creeping up my spine. Oh the pain. Oh the agony. Hey it's pretty fun if you swing that way.
But as I was saying... I wonder where you are. You see... I got off work early and came to your house. You know, for some bonding time. I don't get that much time with you now as I work too fucking much. Oh the nights I spend thinking of the fun times we used to have! The frolics in the sun shine, the deep breaths of crisp mountain air, the taste of- ... wait. That wasn’t you. Haha! Oops.
But seriously folks... I’m here to sell you something. It’s a certain something that you will NEVER need but you must have. Why? Because I said so. And that certain something is a barn yard companion! How about a cow? It’s all your basic food groups. Diary, from the females of course. Beef, if you get sick of the milk. Veggies, if you make it throw up all that grass it ate. And you can always substitute the Diary part for Nuts! Or for you poultry lovers there is the Cock special.
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts...
Damn Chris... this chair really does suck. You know that? Perhaps you shall sing: “All I want for Christmas is a new Desk Seat!” And Santa (Or at least your father dressed like Santa. Could you imagine that! Ha!) will give you one!
And you know what. I hate macs. Once again I had lost a whole paragraph due to it spazzing on me. And it was a good paragraph too... on cheese. Let’s see if I can remember...
What I had said was, my favorite type of cheese is Swiss. Not only does it taste good with ham, mustard and bread, but it also makes army knives. Can you imagine it? Little wheels of swiss cheese sitting in a factory line building little pocket knives. They’d have little arms with little hands constantly in motion, putting together the knives! How cute is that! Though I do wonder how they get their holes. Are they hung out in a shooting range for target practice? Perhaps they spear each other with a sword... or even. What if a pack of wild mice were let into the factory and told to ‘go enjoy yourself’ and so they nibbled on the cheese. Would explain the tail I found in my last wheel of cheese.
And now I saved this once more, so I don’t lose what I type. I should do that me often. This way I won’t cry to Lizzy Poo to come help me.
I want to break 1000 words... Let’s see what my total count is at so far... 551. A little more than half way there! Not too bad. Would be fucking awesome if I could fill more mindless blabber but I do in fact run out of things to type believe it or not. It’s not until about 3am that I become creative enough to type a lot more. I guess my mind just needs to be in a daze to come up with stupid shit to type. I bet this whole paragraph makes no sense to the readers but this whole post never was.
IF you haven’t realized it by now, this is infact NOT Demeter or whatever else she goes by. It is her friend that came over and well.. when the computer is vacant it’s fun to cause a little harmless mischief.
This is harmless. Right?
It’s not like I’m typing a whole lot of stuff about a certain someone’s habits or what not. Not secret telling is going on, just a lot of ... well. Nothing.
So how many of those readers out there have followed me this long through my maze of boredom? Not many I assume. But I’m sure many of you who left me in the first paragraph would do the same thing had you the opportunity! It’s fun to play around when others aren’t around.
Oh, and FYI. Lizzy poo has just informed me that her feet are cold. Amazing isn’t it? I’m sure if my feet were cold I’d be complaining too.
I had ice cream earlier. This cheap store brand. It SO did not taste like ice cream. I’d call it crap if I could. Well I could of course, but yeah... it just tasted horrible. The only good thing to it was the nuts. Even the chocolate coating was icky. It was supposed to be one of those nutty cone things but just horrible. But right now I really could go for a hot fudge sundae. Perhaps if I can get off my lazy bruised ass I’ll go get some.
HEY!
That’s something to talk about. My bruised ass.
You see about a week ago I slipped on the top stair of the set of stairs I must go down to get to my room. My slippers were just so old that the grippy things on he bottom didn’t well, grip. My foot slipped out from under me and - BAM - I hit the stair. Hard. And then bounced down the next few. It hurt. So much that I just crawled down the last 10 or so stairs and crawled over to my bed and laid there for a moment and cried. I remember thinking about getting up and getting an ice pack, but that meant going up those stairs again then I thought better of it and got out a bag of hot dogs from the freezer we keep in the basement and pressed those to my ass for a few minutes. I suppose it would have been a funny site to see and laugh at. It was a dark blueish purple the next day. Was like that for the next few days too. But today it’s like a yellowish green with a purple rim. Gross I know but still a sensitive area on my rear.
All in all I’m surprised I’m not traumatized over the situation. Like every time I see the stair I don’t panic I just simply step on it and carry on my way. Simple as that. But I’m sure had I fallen down and broken my neck.. well maybe then I’d be more cautious if I survived that is.
I beat my 1000 word limit and I’m sure I could keep going, but I actually lost interest in this. It happens and I’m sorry. I’m sure you want to read more of my mindless rander but yeah. To hell with it and tata.
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I wonder if you realize how horribly uncomfortable your chair is. I'm currently sitting in it and I just can't seem to find a center and lean to one side. Definitely going to cause back pain, in fact I think I feel it creeping up my spine. Oh the pain. Oh the agony. Hey it's pretty fun if you swing that way.
But as I was saying... I wonder where you are. You see... I got off work early and came to your house. You know, for some bonding time. I don't get that much time with you now as I work too fucking much. Oh the nights I spend thinking of the fun times we used to have! The frolics in the sun shine, the deep breaths of crisp mountain air, the taste of- ... wait. That wasn’t you. Haha! Oops.
But seriously folks... I’m here to sell you something. It’s a certain something that you will NEVER need but you must have. Why? Because I said so. And that certain something is a barn yard companion! How about a cow? It’s all your basic food groups. Diary, from the females of course. Beef, if you get sick of the milk. Veggies, if you make it throw up all that grass it ate. And you can always substitute the Diary part for Nuts! Or for you poultry lovers there is the Cock special.
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts...
Damn Chris... this chair really does suck. You know that? Perhaps you shall sing: “All I want for Christmas is a new Desk Seat!” And Santa (Or at least your father dressed like Santa. Could you imagine that! Ha!) will give you one!
And you know what. I hate macs. Once again I had lost a whole paragraph due to it spazzing on me. And it was a good paragraph too... on cheese. Let’s see if I can remember...
What I had said was, my favorite type of cheese is Swiss. Not only does it taste good with ham, mustard and bread, but it also makes army knives. Can you imagine it? Little wheels of swiss cheese sitting in a factory line building little pocket knives. They’d have little arms with little hands constantly in motion, putting together the knives! How cute is that! Though I do wonder how they get their holes. Are they hung out in a shooting range for target practice? Perhaps they spear each other with a sword... or even. What if a pack of wild mice were let into the factory and told to ‘go enjoy yourself’ and so they nibbled on the cheese. Would explain the tail I found in my last wheel of cheese.
And now I saved this once more, so I don’t lose what I type. I should do that me often. This way I won’t cry to Lizzy Poo to come help me.
I want to break 1000 words... Let’s see what my total count is at so far... 551. A little more than half way there! Not too bad. Would be fucking awesome if I could fill more mindless blabber but I do in fact run out of things to type believe it or not. It’s not until about 3am that I become creative enough to type a lot more. I guess my mind just needs to be in a daze to come up with stupid shit to type. I bet this whole paragraph makes no sense to the readers but this whole post never was.
IF you haven’t realized it by now, this is infact NOT Demeter or whatever else she goes by. It is her friend that came over and well.. when the computer is vacant it’s fun to cause a little harmless mischief.
This is harmless. Right?
It’s not like I’m typing a whole lot of stuff about a certain someone’s habits or what not. Not secret telling is going on, just a lot of ... well. Nothing.
So how many of those readers out there have followed me this long through my maze of boredom? Not many I assume. But I’m sure many of you who left me in the first paragraph would do the same thing had you the opportunity! It’s fun to play around when others aren’t around.
Oh, and FYI. Lizzy poo has just informed me that her feet are cold. Amazing isn’t it? I’m sure if my feet were cold I’d be complaining too.
I had ice cream earlier. This cheap store brand. It SO did not taste like ice cream. I’d call it crap if I could. Well I could of course, but yeah... it just tasted horrible. The only good thing to it was the nuts. Even the chocolate coating was icky. It was supposed to be one of those nutty cone things but just horrible. But right now I really could go for a hot fudge sundae. Perhaps if I can get off my lazy bruised ass I’ll go get some.
HEY!
That’s something to talk about. My bruised ass.
You see about a week ago I slipped on the top stair of the set of stairs I must go down to get to my room. My slippers were just so old that the grippy things on he bottom didn’t well, grip. My foot slipped out from under me and - BAM - I hit the stair. Hard. And then bounced down the next few. It hurt. So much that I just crawled down the last 10 or so stairs and crawled over to my bed and laid there for a moment and cried. I remember thinking about getting up and getting an ice pack, but that meant going up those stairs again then I thought better of it and got out a bag of hot dogs from the freezer we keep in the basement and pressed those to my ass for a few minutes. I suppose it would have been a funny site to see and laugh at. It was a dark blueish purple the next day. Was like that for the next few days too. But today it’s like a yellowish green with a purple rim. Gross I know but still a sensitive area on my rear.
All in all I’m surprised I’m not traumatized over the situation. Like every time I see the stair I don’t panic I just simply step on it and carry on my way. Simple as that. But I’m sure had I fallen down and broken my neck.. well maybe then I’d be more cautious if I survived that is.
I beat my 1000 word limit and I’m sure I could keep going, but I actually lost interest in this. It happens and I’m sorry. I’m sure you want to read more of my mindless rander but yeah. To hell with it and tata.
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