Hyde Cyisps Up Syeave.
There are times when I really do want to throw a banana out of a window. Out of pure frustration.
At what, I'm not sure.
Don't want words to exist anymore. Words smell of poo.
I don't like cereal, or cheese. Cake is sometimes acceptable. As long as it isn't chocolate cake. HUNGEEEEEEEEEE.
Want subway. Or HARVEYS. HARVEEEEEEEEEEEEEYS.
Keys are nasty too. The college computers aren't working. WELL, they are, but we can't save or anything. How exciting.
STRIKES NEXT WEEK.
OH DEAR. WE KEEP BEING TOLD THAT THE SERVER HAS GONE DOWN. HMM.
Gone down on whom? That is the question.
At what, I'm not sure.
Don't want words to exist anymore. Words smell of poo.
I don't like cereal, or cheese. Cake is sometimes acceptable. As long as it isn't chocolate cake. HUNGEEEEEEEEEE.
Want subway. Or HARVEYS. HARVEEEEEEEEEEEEEYS.
Keys are nasty too. The college computers aren't working. WELL, they are, but we can't save or anything. How exciting.
STRIKES NEXT WEEK.
OH DEAR. WE KEEP BEING TOLD THAT THE SERVER HAS GONE DOWN. HMM.
Gone down on whom? That is the question.