Holy shit kabob I am writing something down in this stupid thingy.
Why you ask?.. Honestly I have no fucking clue, not like anyone reads this.. oh wait a couple of you actaully might now.. wow don't I feel speacial
Ok the speacial feling passed.
Anyway it's uber late yet again. I don't sleep anymore it seems, so that kinda drives you nuts. And speaking of not sleeping... In the words of Dave chappelle
I am gonna have to choke a bitch! The one who showed my Gf Gaia!! Oh yes I am gonna have to beat you in a good and bad way!^ ^
But hey we are all freinds right and a team!!
And remeber there is no I in team but an I in meat pie!!
And meat is team backwards!!!!!!!!!!
Ok so that last part had absoluttly no bearing on anything what so ever exept that awsome zombie flick is on in the background now as I am typing this and starting to actually go nowhere with this so maybe I should stop typing and go play with myself..eeer I mean go play a video game.. yaaaaaaah that's it, or maybe clean the house.. OOOH or maybe run..eeer hobble around the block.. goddam I need some meds that actually knock me out and numb pain instead of IBprophen >.<
Maybe THEN i will actually sleep. Anyway who ever happens to read this, I feel sorry that you actually read through all this just because I had nothing better to do
Buh-bye!
September 28 2005, 08:16:05 UTC 6 years ago
September 30 2005, 18:23:21 UTC 6 years ago
I love ya anyway:P
Wheee Gaia!
~Alik
September 28 2005, 13:08:21 UTC 6 years ago
Yeah. This actually made me feel very special inside. There are some of us who DO have your journal friended, we just NEVER SEE YOU POST silly.
Anyway, LOVE Shaun of the Dead. Fucking hysterical.
See you at AUSA...
September 29 2005, 03:37:35 UTC 6 years ago
September 30 2005, 18:24:03 UTC 6 years ago
Oh well, I dunno what it means ^^;;
~Alik
Anonymous
March 1 2006, 17:07:28 UTC 6 years ago
Korr: The Study in Flatulence
Afraid to have a thread posted because it excoriates your shitty life? Ohh, boo hoo. Good thing I pasted a copy. Man, what good material. Don't worry. Deconstructing Korr: Paradigm of a Douchebag, coming to a live journal near you. Course, you're right about one thing. Kinda hard not to notice a 5'7" pile of shit, dressed in costume, rockin' out, sharing his unique and sublime suffering in life and tounge kissing an ugly transsexual all over the lobby of some poor hotel. Sure hit the nail on the head with that one, shit stain. You're lucky I have a class in a few hours, and that I have to type up my paper, otherwise I'd lower myself to quashing your pathetic life right now.