More Cowbell! *Plus a Satruday morning edit!*
So yeah...I'm randomly posting on OMGlivejournal instead of OMGxanga.
Can ya dig it?
So, I came to school sans pants. Which is actually a pretty big deal. For me, anyway.
I only fell twice. *cabbage patch*
I think Blake offended some people...okay maybe just one person, by asking about their man boyfriend. So it ended up just being me, Blake and Mike at a table telling raunchy jokes and not feeling awkward about offending anyone. I must say, we had a jolly good time.
...I had actually forgotten about that Triangle until right then.
So, Tennessee today (That one didn't work out. So now it's...today?). Apparently I get to go tour the campus of UTC tomorrow. Which wouldn't be so bad if Billie wasn't about to give me a freaking coronary riding my ass about it. Geez. I mean, I know she and HL are doing a lot for me and I'm appreciative as hell but she's driving everyone out of their mind.
...Which of course, she tends to do that anyway. But GAH. Momma's trying to talk me out of moving in with them beause she's afraid Billie's gonna treat me the same way she treated her. Which...was uncool. I don't like being yelled at and treated like garbage. I don't particularly handle it well. So she'd better not try it. *snap of fingers* I'll feed her to the black folk that live in the big CH.
...Which is similar to the ATL, yo.
Like..srsly. It's the big CH.
But!
I'll have HL to protect me. He's my main man.
Mmmhmm.
On a totally different and unrelated note...
Wireless keyboards are the shatner. I cna put my feet up where the keyboard NORMALLY goes. It's slidey...but oh well.
I want some more peanuts.
I also want this headache to go away. Like, far.
Mrs. Sack had her baby today. 10 lbs of girlbaby. Whoo.
DAN GOT FIRED! FOR THE SECOND TIME! It was much more fun this time. Me and Jennifer declared our love for Lenny.
...And then I got hit inj the face with a pingpong ball.
If I could bounce it in Thompson's cup of iced tea "the entire class will get a 100 and we won't have to work anymore." I tried for ten minutes to get that damn ball ijn that damn cup. Which is sad, considering I sit right in front of his desk. I got close. Dnagerously close. But no cigar.
Wonder what would have REALLY happened if I had got it in there...probably nothing. He's evil that way.
I <3 that class.
Colonel told us about his hemmrhoids. I didn't care to know about them, but I do now.
...I'm srsly wasting time now. I want to gooooo.
Just so I can go to the gas station when we get up there.
But of course...Momma is down there omgworking. S L O W L Y.
Don't fear the reaper.
I'll send my message through the speakers.
What's love got to do with it?
It don't take money...and it don't take fame. Don't take no credit card to ride on this train.
This is morning...
I srsly hate Abby. Like, mondo horribly. And not just because I'm jealous of her fictional ass.
But because she's fucking psycho.
...I don't like Neela that much anymore either. First she opened her big mouth at the support group. Then she was just a bitchass to Ray. I hope she kicks.
NO. I hope Gallant kicks. Just so she'll have to go crawling back to Ray. Who will spit on her face and tell her to get fucked.
...Only not really.
Because I'm wasting time, remember? This doesn't have to be rational.
Oh yeah. And Pratt is going back to the motherland.
....Did I mention that EW told me Audrey is gonna get capped?
I can't wait.
And...omgcarl is gonna be on 24 Monday. Excuse me while I squee.
Hmm....so...yeah. Not much else.
Paintbrushes to the face get your dangerously close to accomplishing your goal of giving me an aneurism. But I will survive. Like Donna Summer. Or whoever it is that sings that song....
I!
I WILL SUHVIVE!
...-End-
I'm so gonna find something productive to do.
Can ya dig it?
So, I came to school sans pants. Which is actually a pretty big deal. For me, anyway.
I only fell twice. *cabbage patch*
I think Blake offended some people...okay maybe just one person, by asking about their man boyfriend. So it ended up just being me, Blake and Mike at a table telling raunchy jokes and not feeling awkward about offending anyone. I must say, we had a jolly good time.
...I had actually forgotten about that Triangle until right then.
So, Tennessee today (That one didn't work out. So now it's...today?). Apparently I get to go tour the campus of UTC tomorrow. Which wouldn't be so bad if Billie wasn't about to give me a freaking coronary riding my ass about it. Geez. I mean, I know she and HL are doing a lot for me and I'm appreciative as hell but she's driving everyone out of their mind.
...Which of course, she tends to do that anyway. But GAH. Momma's trying to talk me out of moving in with them beause she's afraid Billie's gonna treat me the same way she treated her. Which...was uncool. I don't like being yelled at and treated like garbage. I don't particularly handle it well. So she'd better not try it. *snap of fingers* I'll feed her to the black folk that live in the big CH.
...Which is similar to the ATL, yo.
Like..srsly. It's the big CH.
But!
I'll have HL to protect me. He's my main man.
Mmmhmm.
On a totally different and unrelated note...
Wireless keyboards are the shatner. I cna put my feet up where the keyboard NORMALLY goes. It's slidey...but oh well.
I want some more peanuts.
I also want this headache to go away. Like, far.
Mrs. Sack had her baby today. 10 lbs of girlbaby. Whoo.
DAN GOT FIRED! FOR THE SECOND TIME! It was much more fun this time. Me and Jennifer declared our love for Lenny.
...And then I got hit inj the face with a pingpong ball.
If I could bounce it in Thompson's cup of iced tea "the entire class will get a 100 and we won't have to work anymore." I tried for ten minutes to get that damn ball ijn that damn cup. Which is sad, considering I sit right in front of his desk. I got close. Dnagerously close. But no cigar.
Wonder what would have REALLY happened if I had got it in there...probably nothing. He's evil that way.
I <3 that class.
Colonel told us about his hemmrhoids. I didn't care to know about them, but I do now.
...I'm srsly wasting time now. I want to gooooo.
Just so I can go to the gas station when we get up there.
But of course...Momma is down there omgworking. S L O W L Y.
Don't fear the reaper.
I'll send my message through the speakers.
What's love got to do with it?
It don't take money...and it don't take fame. Don't take no credit card to ride on this train.
This is morning...
I srsly hate Abby. Like, mondo horribly. And not just because I'm jealous of her fictional ass.
But because she's fucking psycho.
...I don't like Neela that much anymore either. First she opened her big mouth at the support group. Then she was just a bitchass to Ray. I hope she kicks.
NO. I hope Gallant kicks. Just so she'll have to go crawling back to Ray. Who will spit on her face and tell her to get fucked.
...Only not really.
Because I'm wasting time, remember? This doesn't have to be rational.
Oh yeah. And Pratt is going back to the motherland.
....Did I mention that EW told me Audrey is gonna get capped?
I can't wait.
And...omgcarl is gonna be on 24 Monday. Excuse me while I squee.
Hmm....so...yeah. Not much else.
Paintbrushes to the face get your dangerously close to accomplishing your goal of giving me an aneurism. But I will survive. Like Donna Summer. Or whoever it is that sings that song....
I!
I WILL SUHVIVE!
...-End-
I'm so gonna find something productive to do.