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First off, does ANYBODY know where I can get that song that's now on that Burger King commercial (at least I THINK it was BK... maybe McD).
Anyway, I didn't go crash his wedding...
he called at 11 and woke me up... and I totally didn't feel like dealing with him all day. Oh, well. So much for that.
BUT there was a massively positive side: I got to go to the play at RS! same day and everything (now if only I'd managed to ... never mind, I wouldn't have WANTED fat bastard there)...
Oh, I saw a pic that Michael Jackson edited (no, the dentist, mfers). Or got Shane to, Roio suggests. But anyway, he took a pic that Fat Bastard mass-emailed and added horns and a chain around his neck that leads into his secretary's hand (heh, the things he could have meant by that). But anyway, he just hit the 'reply all' button... heheh, EVERYBODY's getting that.
F.B. once again demonstrated he was a lying fucker, BTW.
On to other stuff.
Yeah, stuff.
Um.
Hey, anybody ever heard of "Girls Under Glass"? They just popped up on pandora.com
Interesting...
Um.
Yeah.
Ali-dono, you MUST wear the fishnet tomorrow, heheh. Freak the old ppls out.
... son of a bitch, don't tell me I'm about to get blisters... blishtors. Dammit. Hope not.
Um. Yeah. Need to condense more.
Which reminds: We almost made a pillbug explode. But the little fucker can live in a pressure environment of about 10 Torr, which is about 1-76 of an ATM... average barometric pressure around here is about 75/76 ATM, 750 Torr (aka 750 mm/Mercury). Anyway... we need to give him a medal or something.
Wait, no, Caitlin was playing with him and almost got it to crawl up her skirt.
So she chucked him.
Hope the little dude made it.
Anyway, again... still not much happening...
HAHAH, hell, yeah, Closer is playing!!! Pandora is awesome...
Ah, well, skip it (but thumbs up)... the idea is to get new music. Or listen to songs of familiar people that I don't have...
Damn, "Gus Gus"... and it won't let me skip anymore... shiznit.
Anyway... interesting day today.
And I gots Beavis and Butthead Do America (which I watched first thing when I got home), Pocky (which I ate before school even let out)... and a poster, which I WOULD have already stuck to the ceiling (my walls are wood paneling, can't thumbtack 'em to it).... but I don't have any more thumbtacks. Or, at least, I can't find 'em right now.
But anyway, it's a cool poster.
I need new boots.... and some gloves... and longer, better pants... and fishnet... and a coat, preferably a trenchcoat...
... the list goes ON.
Anyway... yeah, um. Stuff.
Gus Gus needs to die. I hate this song. Heheh, thumbs down; you suck.
Cold. Shit, 11... I still need to take a shower and do something about those would-be blisters.
"I AM DON CORNLIO!!! I NEED TEEPEE FOR MY BUNGHOLE!!!"
Yeah, totally.
Like.... buttmunch, buttdumple/buttdimple, assgoblin... yeah. Great shit.
Heh. Cold. It's 36 degrees and I'm in a T-shirt, with absolute shit for heating in this room.
Heheh, cold.
I need a tattoo. Like, maybe that Quake one...
And damn, what I would give to make out right now, just for frickin' warmth, not to mention, well, for the sake of making out! Hell, I'd sell my soul! (But I don't value that, so whoever gets it shouldn't feel too proud of themselves... I value my soul roughly as much if not less than my life).
SHIT, cold. FSCKING COLD, THAT's HOW COLD!
'k, I'm gonna make another round here... myspace, LJ, and going to sleep.. though I think myspace is currently unavailable due to maintenance... cheap bastards.
Anyway, I didn't go crash his wedding...
he called at 11 and woke me up... and I totally didn't feel like dealing with him all day. Oh, well. So much for that.
BUT there was a massively positive side: I got to go to the play at RS! same day and everything (now if only I'd managed to ... never mind, I wouldn't have WANTED fat bastard there)...
Oh, I saw a pic that Michael Jackson edited (no, the dentist, mfers). Or got Shane to, Roio suggests. But anyway, he took a pic that Fat Bastard mass-emailed and added horns and a chain around his neck that leads into his secretary's hand (heh, the things he could have meant by that). But anyway, he just hit the 'reply all' button... heheh, EVERYBODY's getting that.
F.B. once again demonstrated he was a lying fucker, BTW.
On to other stuff.
Yeah, stuff.
Um.
Hey, anybody ever heard of "Girls Under Glass"? They just popped up on pandora.com
Interesting...
Um.
Yeah.
Ali-dono, you MUST wear the fishnet tomorrow, heheh. Freak the old ppls out.
... son of a bitch, don't tell me I'm about to get blisters... blishtors. Dammit. Hope not.
Um. Yeah. Need to condense more.
Which reminds: We almost made a pillbug explode. But the little fucker can live in a pressure environment of about 10 Torr, which is about 1-76 of an ATM... average barometric pressure around here is about 75/76 ATM, 750 Torr (aka 750 mm/Mercury). Anyway... we need to give him a medal or something.
Wait, no, Caitlin was playing with him and almost got it to crawl up her skirt.
So she chucked him.
Hope the little dude made it.
Anyway, again... still not much happening...
HAHAH, hell, yeah, Closer is playing!!! Pandora is awesome...
Ah, well, skip it (but thumbs up)... the idea is to get new music. Or listen to songs of familiar people that I don't have...
Damn, "Gus Gus"... and it won't let me skip anymore... shiznit.
Anyway... interesting day today.
And I gots Beavis and Butthead Do America (which I watched first thing when I got home), Pocky (which I ate before school even let out)... and a poster, which I WOULD have already stuck to the ceiling (my walls are wood paneling, can't thumbtack 'em to it).... but I don't have any more thumbtacks. Or, at least, I can't find 'em right now.
But anyway, it's a cool poster.
I need new boots.... and some gloves... and longer, better pants... and fishnet... and a coat, preferably a trenchcoat...
... the list goes ON.
Anyway... yeah, um. Stuff.
Gus Gus needs to die. I hate this song. Heheh, thumbs down; you suck.
Cold. Shit, 11... I still need to take a shower and do something about those would-be blisters.
"I AM DON CORNLIO!!! I NEED TEEPEE FOR MY BUNGHOLE!!!"
Yeah, totally.
Like.... buttmunch, buttdumple/buttdimple, assgoblin... yeah. Great shit.
Heh. Cold. It's 36 degrees and I'm in a T-shirt, with absolute shit for heating in this room.
Heheh, cold.
I need a tattoo. Like, maybe that Quake one...
And damn, what I would give to make out right now, just for frickin' warmth, not to mention, well, for the sake of making out! Hell, I'd sell my soul! (But I don't value that, so whoever gets it shouldn't feel too proud of themselves... I value my soul roughly as much if not less than my life).
SHIT, cold. FSCKING COLD, THAT's HOW COLD!
'k, I'm gonna make another round here... myspace, LJ, and going to sleep.. though I think myspace is currently unavailable due to maintenance... cheap bastards.