you could call it disjointed.
21:41
Linz, my most ghetto of nubian sistahhhs has informed me I must update, because she misses my own specific brand of black on black violence. Uh, I mean, my own specific brand of comedy writing.
21:53
Sorry. Got distracted talking to Vinny.
Tim says:
I'm trying to catch up on it as we spea
Tim says:
k
Tim says:
See, that was in serialised form, for added enjoyment. And added riboflavin (35% of RDA)
Vinny says:
Thank you.
Tim says:
Now go eat some fucking whole grain cereal before you keel over.
Vinny says:
That would be a good slogan for shredded wheat.
He makes me chuckle.
22:03
One IE window crash later and I'm back, but still holding down too many conversations at the same time. For no apparent reason, I'm listening to Bruce Springsteen, and kind of bobbing along, somtimes in time, and sometimes not. If my ghetto homies find this out, they'll do something unpleasant to me, possibly involving their nines.
22:09
Never trust a man in a bow-tie. The traditional tie is vertical, and is meant to accentuate the genitals, so what do you have to gain from a man who wants to accentuate his ears?
My life is pretty good right now. Work is proving to be an extremely easy way to earn rather more money than I'm accustomed to. I want to start wearing an eye patch like a scary janitor, but they told me I can only wear an eye patch if I lose the eye on the premises. I weighed it up and decided it wasn't worth it.
According to my little red-light-district lover, it's a month today since I asked her to not laugh whilst I asked her to be my girlfriend. We're talking long term here people! Heh. Best news is, she's still making me extremely happy whenever I'm talking to her, and thinking of her, and being with her, and I am enjoying our time together an immense amount.
I listened to some Pretty Girls Make Graves for the first time today. They're playing Bristol soon, so I though I should investigate further. Overall, I was impressed with what I heard. It's a little something like what we might sound like if we had a drummer and were more committed. Oh yeah, and we don't have any keyboards, but that's only a minor detail.
22:14
You know that noise that lobsters make when you boil them? Well, my computer now does it almost permanently, which is a little worrying. I sink I need a new processor, so if anyone has something around 1.6 Ghz handy, I'd appreciate you posting it to me. Bloody XP is more harm than good.
Speaking of. Ever since I de-userised the computer, my Dad has been searching for evidence I've been looking at gay porn to back up his "My son is a gaylord" theories. Being the antagonistic sort, I've started leaving notepad files titled 'gay.txt' on the desktop, and pictures like 'hotguy.jpg' and 'suck.jpg' in the shared documents folder. What's better is, I know he's been opening them. They all just say "Keep looking brah" in nice big type. That'll learn him.
Well, the computer has informed me it can no longer cope with my over use of RAM and has stopped working, so I'll just copy this to notepad, and come back in 15 or so and finish it off. Cripes.
22:39
Computer is back. Many apple-ohgese for the inconweinience (any Blackadder fans in the house?) is what it would say if it didn't hate me with a vehemence. Still, at least I can update now.
Sorry to all the people I was talking to and left so rudely. Feel free to post me rotten vegetables and decrepit family members.
I'm done now.
Linz, my most ghetto of nubian sistahhhs has informed me I must update, because she misses my own specific brand of black on black violence. Uh, I mean, my own specific brand of comedy writing.
21:53
Sorry. Got distracted talking to Vinny.
Tim says:
I'm trying to catch up on it as we spea
Tim says:
k
Tim says:
See, that was in serialised form, for added enjoyment. And added riboflavin (35% of RDA)
Vinny says:
Thank you.
Tim says:
Now go eat some fucking whole grain cereal before you keel over.
Vinny says:
That would be a good slogan for shredded wheat.
He makes me chuckle.
22:03
One IE window crash later and I'm back, but still holding down too many conversations at the same time. For no apparent reason, I'm listening to Bruce Springsteen, and kind of bobbing along, somtimes in time, and sometimes not. If my ghetto homies find this out, they'll do something unpleasant to me, possibly involving their nines.
22:09
Never trust a man in a bow-tie. The traditional tie is vertical, and is meant to accentuate the genitals, so what do you have to gain from a man who wants to accentuate his ears?
My life is pretty good right now. Work is proving to be an extremely easy way to earn rather more money than I'm accustomed to. I want to start wearing an eye patch like a scary janitor, but they told me I can only wear an eye patch if I lose the eye on the premises. I weighed it up and decided it wasn't worth it.
According to my little red-light-district lover, it's a month today since I asked her to not laugh whilst I asked her to be my girlfriend. We're talking long term here people! Heh. Best news is, she's still making me extremely happy whenever I'm talking to her, and thinking of her, and being with her, and I am enjoying our time together an immense amount.
I listened to some Pretty Girls Make Graves for the first time today. They're playing Bristol soon, so I though I should investigate further. Overall, I was impressed with what I heard. It's a little something like what we might sound like if we had a drummer and were more committed. Oh yeah, and we don't have any keyboards, but that's only a minor detail.
22:14
You know that noise that lobsters make when you boil them? Well, my computer now does it almost permanently, which is a little worrying. I sink I need a new processor, so if anyone has something around 1.6 Ghz handy, I'd appreciate you posting it to me. Bloody XP is more harm than good.
Speaking of. Ever since I de-userised the computer, my Dad has been searching for evidence I've been looking at gay porn to back up his "My son is a gaylord" theories. Being the antagonistic sort, I've started leaving notepad files titled 'gay.txt' on the desktop, and pictures like 'hotguy.jpg' and 'suck.jpg' in the shared documents folder. What's better is, I know he's been opening them. They all just say "Keep looking brah" in nice big type. That'll learn him.
Well, the computer has informed me it can no longer cope with my over use of RAM and has stopped working, so I'll just copy this to notepad, and come back in 15 or so and finish it off. Cripes.
22:39
Computer is back. Many apple-ohgese for the inconweinience (any Blackadder fans in the house?) is what it would say if it didn't hate me with a vehemence. Still, at least I can update now.
Sorry to all the people I was talking to and left so rudely. Feel free to post me rotten vegetables and decrepit family members.
I'm done now.