It said it had a sore throat
Oct. 27th, 2003 08:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robinblokePut any mass of people together from any background from anywhere in the world and within 10 posts they'll be flaming each other and whining, I tell you. Several otherwise possibly interesting communities removed from my friends list later and this morning is a lot calmer.
And exhale.
Top banana of a weekend, chilling, shopping, more chilling, yummy food Godzilla, and halo is lots of fun, blam blam.
Thats about as much details as you need, I mean, what else? I could go into in depth explaination of every footstep I've taken since Friday evening, (left then right, mostly) and bimble on about my life in general but nah, it's Monday morning and my brain has called in sick.
Hmmm, wanting to write more.... more. Not quite what I meant, thank you very much - who am I talking to there? I'm not entirely sure - now I -think- I'm talking to you, whoever you are. I mean I can't tell, it could be me, it could be some stranger from the planet Xarg watching my LJ through a laser telescope mounted on the back of a rabid space goat that is descending towards the earth in a firey ball of deaaaaaath. Or more likely you're one of the random number of people who gets the wholesome wheaty goodness and joy of reading this blather than I produce. Maybe I could market it, 'Blather, for when you don't know what to say, just talk total crap.'.
It should be an art form I tell you, I could ramble for England, I could ramble about England, I could ramble in England whilst rambling around England.
I should probably stop now while I still can.
And exhale.
Top banana of a weekend, chilling, shopping, more chilling, yummy food Godzilla, and halo is lots of fun, blam blam.
Thats about as much details as you need, I mean, what else? I could go into in depth explaination of every footstep I've taken since Friday evening, (left then right, mostly) and bimble on about my life in general but nah, it's Monday morning and my brain has called in sick.
Hmmm, wanting to write more.... more. Not quite what I meant, thank you very much - who am I talking to there? I'm not entirely sure - now I -think- I'm talking to you, whoever you are. I mean I can't tell, it could be me, it could be some stranger from the planet Xarg watching my LJ through a laser telescope mounted on the back of a rabid space goat that is descending towards the earth in a firey ball of deaaaaaath. Or more likely you're one of the random number of people who gets the wholesome wheaty goodness and joy of reading this blather than I produce. Maybe I could market it, 'Blather, for when you don't know what to say, just talk total crap.'.
It should be an art form I tell you, I could ramble for England, I could ramble about England, I could ramble in England whilst rambling around England.
I should probably stop now while I still can.
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Date: 2003-10-27 12:57 am (UTC)Thats bullshit dickhead and you fucking know it you lamer!!
ps ! ()\/\/|\|$ |_|
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Date: 2003-10-27 01:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-27 02:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-27 03:22 am (UTC)And you have no mates.
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Date: 2003-10-27 03:38 am (UTC)*happy sigh*
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Date: 2003-10-27 05:40 am (UTC)Damn you! You saw right through my clever disguise!
I'm taking this "chick from Georgia" costume back to the shop, I tell ya...