GGX2 OWNZ U. And me, for that matter.
Feb. 21st, 2003 07:57 amStupid livejournal servers went down all day yesterday, wholly uncool because I bet I had something really funny to write and now I don't remember it at all.
The Coup is going well. I have most of the front design done, except for Matt and Bo and Clinton, and...um...yeah, and then I have to do the back...
Bob got a cell phone! I want to call it! She also updated her blog and sexy cool fun was had by all. I can't wait to get home and have a party with the sexy lady cake. That's gonna be awesome.
I'm tired of blueberry Fruit and Grain bars, and I have no cereal, and I DON'T WANT TO EAT IN THE DINING HALLS ANYMORE. AH, G-D, NO MORE! Bleagh.
And yes, I am wholly owned by GGX2, and May, cute little May. IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND I WANT TO KISS IT AND I WANT TO STEAL OLIVER'S PLAYSTATION AND THE GAME SO I HAVE IT WITH ME FOREVER, OH WOW.
And my printer is possessed by aliens. The other day it used, like 14 sheets of paper just printing one line of gibberish at the top of each one. Obviously ALIENS. Or DEMONS. Or ALIEN DEMONS. Maybe all three or none of them. Ah, my paradox...
I am running out of socks. Need to do laundry. Paper to write on Saturday. AT LEAST TONIGHT I GET REAL FOOD. REAL FOOD. Foodity food food. Food.
I should go brush my teeth, or, more aptly, brush the fruit and grain ickies in my teeth.
This isn't as funny as I want it to be. I'll work on that next time.
The Coup is going well. I have most of the front design done, except for Matt and Bo and Clinton, and...um...yeah, and then I have to do the back...
Bob got a cell phone! I want to call it! She also updated her blog and sexy cool fun was had by all. I can't wait to get home and have a party with the sexy lady cake. That's gonna be awesome.
I'm tired of blueberry Fruit and Grain bars, and I have no cereal, and I DON'T WANT TO EAT IN THE DINING HALLS ANYMORE. AH, G-D, NO MORE! Bleagh.
And yes, I am wholly owned by GGX2, and May, cute little May. IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND I WANT TO KISS IT AND I WANT TO STEAL OLIVER'S PLAYSTATION AND THE GAME SO I HAVE IT WITH ME FOREVER, OH WOW.
And my printer is possessed by aliens. The other day it used, like 14 sheets of paper just printing one line of gibberish at the top of each one. Obviously ALIENS. Or DEMONS. Or ALIEN DEMONS. Maybe all three or none of them. Ah, my paradox...
I am running out of socks. Need to do laundry. Paper to write on Saturday. AT LEAST TONIGHT I GET REAL FOOD. REAL FOOD. Foodity food food. Food.
I should go brush my teeth, or, more aptly, brush the fruit and grain ickies in my teeth.
This isn't as funny as I want it to be. I'll work on that next time.