Let's try this ONE MORE TIME.
It's time for that awesome Dave again. Late as usual, though. Dave's been super busy and he needs to schedule some ME time. mememememememememememe. His number one fan. Not stalker. Fan. The only similarity there is an "a."
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Okay so I have to go get a passport picture tomorrow for my visa and that's fuckin awesome but I hate mr anxiety that comes along when I think of being in a car and having to go someplace mostly unfamiliar to me and I feel al sick-stomachey and poopy and stuff but that's not going to stop me OF course because once I get my app filed tomorrow after my dad drags my ass all over god damn Chautauqua county and to a chiropractor's appointment which is going to be boring because doctor waiting rooms are always D-U-L-L. So hopefully we won't be gone all god damn day because I wanna file this and get it in and get out of an upcoming trip to Ohio. I don't wanna go to Ohio. At all. Newp. Thanks. I want to stay here in case the British consulate calls. Because the sooner they get my stuff, the sooner I get out of here and the sooner I get out of here the less cranky I become. And then I won't have to go to freakin Ohio.
I'm losing steam already I had a mile long post and now it's gone and I hope it's the eye of hurricane hormone cos it was FUN.
Fuckingfucketyfuckfuckfuxx0r.
That bitch hit me harder than Katrina hit New Orluns too and I was in Mezilla mode ready to smash Tokyo and eat sashimi and drink Kirin and take out a few skyscrapers with one swish of my awesome tail and then I would stop in the middle of the city and ket out a raucous ear splitting monster yell and shake all the glass out of windows in the next hemisphere and stomp my feet and tsunami Alaska and throw myself on the ground and pitch a huge Shezilla fit.
And I hate exclamation points...blah blah. I think someone shot me with a tranquiliser gun cos I was feisty a minute ago and now I wanna curl up on the sofa and sleep and cry at hallmark commercials. And tear the throats out of those who cross me and then I will rip out their arms and beat them with tier own detached limbs and play the bongo bonita on their soft spots and grraaaawwwrr. Then I will tear out the "1" keys on EVERYone's keyboards and eatthem and fucking shit them out right where they belong.
I am going outside to yell because out here the neighbours dont get annoyed when you yell.
The only downside is that noone can hear you scream.
Cept the Amish, and they'll shoot ya. WITH A BIG SHOOTY GUN.
Bye now. | posted by Whatsername again....? @ 5/15/2006 11:31:00 pm |
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It's time for that awesome Dave again. Late as usual, though. Dave's been super busy and he needs to schedule some ME time. mememememememememememe. His number one fan. Not stalker. Fan. The only similarity there is an "a."
Okay so I have to go get a passport picture tomorrow for my visa and that's fuckin awesome but I hate mr anxiety that comes along when I think of being in a car and having to go someplace mostly unfamiliar to me and I feel al sick-stomachey and poopy and stuff but that's not going to stop me OF course because once I get my app filed tomorrow after my dad drags my ass all over god damn Chautauqua county and to a chiropractor's appointment which is going to be boring because doctor waiting rooms are always D-U-L-L. So hopefully we won't be gone all god damn day because I wanna file this and get it in and get out of an upcoming trip to Ohio. I don't wanna go to Ohio. At all. Newp. Thanks. I want to stay here in case the British consulate calls. Because the sooner they get my stuff, the sooner I get out of here and the sooner I get out of here the less cranky I become. And then I won't have to go to freakin Ohio.
I'm losing steam already I had a mile long post and now it's gone and I hope it's the eye of hurricane hormone cos it was FUN.
Fuckingfucketyfuckfuckfuxx0r.
That bitch hit me harder than Katrina hit New Orluns too and I was in Mezilla mode ready to smash Tokyo and eat sashimi and drink Kirin and take out a few skyscrapers with one swish of my awesome tail and then I would stop in the middle of the city and ket out a raucous ear splitting monster yell and shake all the glass out of windows in the next hemisphere and stomp my feet and tsunami Alaska and throw myself on the ground and pitch a huge Shezilla fit.
And I hate exclamation points...blah blah. I think someone shot me with a tranquiliser gun cos I was feisty a minute ago and now I wanna curl up on the sofa and sleep and cry at hallmark commercials. And tear the throats out of those who cross me and then I will rip out their arms and beat them with tier own detached limbs and play the bongo bonita on their soft spots and grraaaawwwrr. Then I will tear out the "1" keys on EVERYone's keyboards and eatthem and fucking shit them out right where they belong.
I am going outside to yell because out here the neighbours dont get annoyed when you yell.
The only downside is that noone can hear you scream.
Cept the Amish, and they'll shoot ya. WITH A BIG SHOOTY GUN.
Bye now. | posted by Whatsername again....? @ 5/15/2006 11:31:00 pm |
