UPDATE: screw the book. the book is dead. i'd rather fall on my boyfriend's ceremonial head-cutting sword than try to make that thing in to a book again. and thus with my avid declaration of hate, my interest i once again piqued.
i have to get a therapist.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
{ yawn }
and she crawls out of her cave ready to face a bright new day...
hello there spawndevils. it would appear I have been having a bit of a nap for the last couple hours...months, maybe years, I'm too bleary eyed to read the clock. It seems due time I should strike up my correspondence with the nether regions of ethernet once again. I hereby swear torture to those who have pushed the "next blog" button one too many times and fallen on my asscrack of a page. and if you ain't having it, piss off and push the button again. this time it'll be porn. i swear.
seems i am in a confrontational mood. would anyone care for a joust?
hello there spawndevils. it would appear I have been having a bit of a nap for the last couple hours...months, maybe years, I'm too bleary eyed to read the clock. It seems due time I should strike up my correspondence with the nether regions of ethernet once again. I hereby swear torture to those who have pushed the "next blog" button one too many times and fallen on my asscrack of a page. and if you ain't having it, piss off and push the button again. this time it'll be porn. i swear.
seems i am in a confrontational mood. would anyone care for a joust?
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