Mjarc
I'd like to see Zook and Scoot with a DSL line trying not to write three times a day. What can I say? I get bored. I write stupid ass English papers about pronouns and Jane Eyre and Cyrano and the effects of grounding on semantic arguments, and I get bored. I need vents. I need outlets. This, right here, is one of them. Kiss my ass.
It's great to see the Pike back in the swing of the BLARG. I actually saw him online and started talking to him, only to realize that he was sending me an email with an entire BLARG contained therein. Problem was that he couldn't remember his password and his username, so who has to help him out? Me. They should start paying me for this shit. You heard? Pike, in case you haven't been paying attention, is the one that leaves on January 23rd for Fort Sill, Oklahoma to be a soldier. So, hopefully he'll have some kind of connection down there, and hopefully we'll be getting a front line view of what its like to be a soldier in the 21st century. I personally hope he gets some of them night goggles and is able to smuggle them home. I've always wanted to walk around at night and see what was really going on. We're proud of you, Pike, no matter what you do. Just don't get shot. That's all we ask.
You can handle mustard gas.
Parties tonight turned out to be pretty lame, especially the one that kicked us out for showing up with a few girls that kept taking out the Dave Matthews CD in the boombox. I think that's pretty (a) rad and (b) ball's out. And, on a lesser note, why do fans of that shitface call him simply Dave? "Dude, she kept taking out the Dave cd?" "No shit? You can leave, right now." What a couple of asswipes.
In the mp3 player: "Falling" by Alicia Keyes, followed directly by "That's Just What You Are" by Aimee Mann, and "Always Something There To Remind Me" by Braid.
I'd like to see Zook and Scoot with a DSL line trying not to write three times a day. What can I say? I get bored. I write stupid ass English papers about pronouns and Jane Eyre and Cyrano and the effects of grounding on semantic arguments, and I get bored. I need vents. I need outlets. This, right here, is one of them. Kiss my ass.
It's great to see the Pike back in the swing of the BLARG. I actually saw him online and started talking to him, only to realize that he was sending me an email with an entire BLARG contained therein. Problem was that he couldn't remember his password and his username, so who has to help him out? Me. They should start paying me for this shit. You heard? Pike, in case you haven't been paying attention, is the one that leaves on January 23rd for Fort Sill, Oklahoma to be a soldier. So, hopefully he'll have some kind of connection down there, and hopefully we'll be getting a front line view of what its like to be a soldier in the 21st century. I personally hope he gets some of them night goggles and is able to smuggle them home. I've always wanted to walk around at night and see what was really going on. We're proud of you, Pike, no matter what you do. Just don't get shot. That's all we ask.
You can handle mustard gas.
Parties tonight turned out to be pretty lame, especially the one that kicked us out for showing up with a few girls that kept taking out the Dave Matthews CD in the boombox. I think that's pretty (a) rad and (b) ball's out. And, on a lesser note, why do fans of that shitface call him simply Dave? "Dude, she kept taking out the Dave cd?" "No shit? You can leave, right now." What a couple of asswipes.
In the mp3 player: "Falling" by Alicia Keyes, followed directly by "That's Just What You Are" by Aimee Mann, and "Always Something There To Remind Me" by Braid.
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