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It is WAY past my bedtime.
Why the HELL am I up?
Anna, that's why. She's due to depart on Sunday and she needs to pack and spend time with her birthday-ing father before then. So, now's the time to see her, if you're me.
It's really a shame that she's going, because I wanted to have a grand old Christmas Party without the Christmas and, really, sort of without the party, except Anna and I both sort of count as parties...so it would be like two Christmas parties, but still without the Christmas.
Y'know.
You do get it, right?
The point is, that hanging out with Anna is as good as Christmas, better in fact, if you're me because I'm Jewish, because Christmas, really, not that exciting.
So I'm sad that hang-out with Anna time is limited, therefore, I'm breaking curfew to catch a few more moments of Anna glory.
She made me make a myspace.
Will it keep us even closer throughout the college semesters? Perchance it will.
Anna's making up a fair amount of this. I fart all the time. It smells horrible. I'm really hoping that it passes before college starts up again.
GET IT? I hope my GAS PASSES before college.
PASSING GAS
fart fart fart fart
I'm so proud of how mature Anna has become over the years. She feels almost like a sister to me, but a mother at the same time. Her knowledge of the world extends mine and she seems to know just what to do in a moment of crisis.
In this situation, she suggests BEAN-O. It helps with gas.
I don't understand. What is it with me farting? No, I say, no! Lying Dog, do you fart? Not as much as me.
Seriously though, I must collect myself. Take a few breaths. Not too deep, the smell still clogs the air. Ah, there's a fresh breeze.
I'm nervous about what I might say next. I feel so open with Anna that I just tell her everything. She calms my nerves concerning my gassy problem and makes me feel open about it, so open in fact, that more gas evolves and comes into the world via my butt.
Now, dear reader, it is your responsibility to decipher what part of this is me, and what part is Anna.
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live long and prosper
Why the HELL am I up?
Anna, that's why. She's due to depart on Sunday and she needs to pack and spend time with her birthday-ing father before then. So, now's the time to see her, if you're me.
It's really a shame that she's going, because I wanted to have a grand old Christmas Party without the Christmas and, really, sort of without the party, except Anna and I both sort of count as parties...so it would be like two Christmas parties, but still without the Christmas.
Y'know.
You do get it, right?
The point is, that hanging out with Anna is as good as Christmas, better in fact, if you're me because I'm Jewish, because Christmas, really, not that exciting.
So I'm sad that hang-out with Anna time is limited, therefore, I'm breaking curfew to catch a few more moments of Anna glory.
She made me make a myspace.
Will it keep us even closer throughout the college semesters? Perchance it will.
Anna's making up a fair amount of this. I fart all the time. It smells horrible. I'm really hoping that it passes before college starts up again.
GET IT? I hope my GAS PASSES before college.
PASSING GAS
fart fart fart fart
I'm so proud of how mature Anna has become over the years. She feels almost like a sister to me, but a mother at the same time. Her knowledge of the world extends mine and she seems to know just what to do in a moment of crisis.
In this situation, she suggests BEAN-O. It helps with gas.
I don't understand. What is it with me farting? No, I say, no! Lying Dog, do you fart? Not as much as me.
Seriously though, I must collect myself. Take a few breaths. Not too deep, the smell still clogs the air. Ah, there's a fresh breeze.
I'm nervous about what I might say next. I feel so open with Anna that I just tell her everything. She calms my nerves concerning my gassy problem and makes me feel open about it, so open in fact, that more gas evolves and comes into the world via my butt.
Now, dear reader, it is your responsibility to decipher what part of this is me, and what part is Anna.
go to
live long and prosper