So uh, inconsistent, eh?
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Kelsey. She realized that she forgot about her livejournal that she never seemed to even update in the first place and decided, suddenly, that she was going to update it because she had the urge to write and ramble for no reason. THIS is her story...
So when I woke up this morning, I realized that half the planet had been eaten alive by zombies and I was one of the few left. I grabbed my crowbar and left the house after eating a half a muffin and a cup of cold coffee. No one in the house was alive. I quietly roamed the streets of my neighbourhood in my "Louis St. Laurent 2002 Band Trip" shirt and plaid pants, crowbar in hand. There was no noise, not even birds could be heard -- cars were smashed into each other, no bodies could be found ... but how did I know zombies had done this? Dude, haven't you ever watched a zombie movie? Zombies are 95% the culprit.
Suddenly I heard something behind me. Alas! My neighbour, a zombie! Oh well, I didn't like him anyways so I hit him with the crowbar. This was reminding me of Shaun of the Dead but instead it was called Kelsey the Zombienator. I kicked his corpse to make sure he was dead and decided to take his wallet but then realized money was probably worthless at this point so left it. I kept on wandering in my socked feet and came to a street leading up to the 23 Av. lights and Calgary Trail. Shitfucker. I need help. Kelsey with a crowbar isn't enough.
ps. Antoinette bought a fart bomb today. Funny stuff.
So when I woke up this morning, I realized that half the planet had been eaten alive by zombies and I was one of the few left. I grabbed my crowbar and left the house after eating a half a muffin and a cup of cold coffee. No one in the house was alive. I quietly roamed the streets of my neighbourhood in my "Louis St. Laurent 2002 Band Trip" shirt and plaid pants, crowbar in hand. There was no noise, not even birds could be heard -- cars were smashed into each other, no bodies could be found ... but how did I know zombies had done this? Dude, haven't you ever watched a zombie movie? Zombies are 95% the culprit.
Suddenly I heard something behind me. Alas! My neighbour, a zombie! Oh well, I didn't like him anyways so I hit him with the crowbar. This was reminding me of Shaun of the Dead but instead it was called Kelsey the Zombienator. I kicked his corpse to make sure he was dead and decided to take his wallet but then realized money was probably worthless at this point so left it. I kept on wandering in my socked feet and came to a street leading up to the 23 Av. lights and Calgary Trail. Shitfucker. I need help. Kelsey with a crowbar isn't enough.
ps. Antoinette bought a fart bomb today. Funny stuff.