Mar 23, 2006 22:37
Eight lines down. One hundred and sixteen more to go. SHUTUP. JUST SHUTUP. *throws a glass bottle at the wall for Melinda; it shatters*
I must be the only person in the world who forms undying bonds with people over muffins. I miss Issha... this chapess from the visual studies theory class last year. She's technically in an English class of mine, but she's too busy crapping over her jackass boyfriend and working to even attend the lectures anymore. Boohoo, he was in Florida when the hurricanes hit, blah blah blah. *Waves hand dismissively* Do us all a favour, God, and carry the idiots off to sea, will ye?
Issha, you are not on livejournal, but I have an itinerary for you:
1) Dump him.
2) Come to English.
3) Skip English to go to Tim's with me.
That's right. I'm advocating that people destroy long-term relationships for the sake of savouring chocolate edibles with me.
CHOCOLATE EDIBLES AREN'T THE SAME SAVOURED ALONE.
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My brother, yesterday:
"Sylvia! Wanna hear my theory?"
"What?"
"Retarded people aren't -mental-... they're just constantly yawning."
"EVAN!"
"YEAH, YOU TRY FORMING SPEECH WHEN CONSTANTLY YAWNING!" *he demonstrates*