For all those who don't already know...
That is the object of my obsession. Juicy Gels. - swoon -
It's hot. Hot. Sweaty. Tired. Just tell my boss I'm not going back today and tuck me into bed. Thanks.
As for the game inqueries... I have no idea what I played after that entry hah. Probably something lame and childish... I tend to play around on things like Neopets when I lack sleep. It's funny how entertaining bright colourful games are when you're exhausted. Either that or Ghost Recon... because I suck at it and it's ever so hilarious. I'm so awesome.
What to write... what to write...
Shake it? First thing that came to mind. Salt? Pom poms? Jell-O? The possibilities are endless. So go ahead, shake it. You know you want to.
It's so beautiful outside. I want to frolic outdoors. Yes, frolic. No one uses the word frolic anymore. I think it's worthy of use.
I think I've typed enough for now. Perhaps more shall come after work. I could tell you all of my horrible day yesterday.
Time soars ... it's now after work. I'm eating. Eating and plotting. Plotting and eating. "Plotting what?" you may think to ask - but don't do it! I won't tell. My lips are sealed. ... and I guess because I'm typing - my hands are tied?
The plot thickens. <insert dramatic music here>
I have received many emails today, yet nothing relevant. Nearly all spam. Where's the love? Where's the email? Where's the beef? If any of you feel the urge to send me an email to chase away my email loneliness, please do! I'm sure my snail mail won't compensate for the lack of quality email either, I sense evil brewing... (evil adj. As used by hackers, implies that some system, program, person, or institution is sufficiently maldesigned as to be not worth the bother of dealing with. Yep, that about sums up my monthly bills.)
If you guys actually read this entire entry I'm amazed. Hats off to you.
That is the object of my obsession. Juicy Gels. - swoon -
It's hot. Hot. Sweaty. Tired. Just tell my boss I'm not going back today and tuck me into bed. Thanks.
As for the game inqueries... I have no idea what I played after that entry hah. Probably something lame and childish... I tend to play around on things like Neopets when I lack sleep. It's funny how entertaining bright colourful games are when you're exhausted. Either that or Ghost Recon... because I suck at it and it's ever so hilarious. I'm so awesome.
What to write... what to write...
Shake it? First thing that came to mind. Salt? Pom poms? Jell-O? The possibilities are endless. So go ahead, shake it. You know you want to.
It's so beautiful outside. I want to frolic outdoors. Yes, frolic. No one uses the word frolic anymore. I think it's worthy of use.
I think I've typed enough for now. Perhaps more shall come after work. I could tell you all of my horrible day yesterday.
Time soars ... it's now after work. I'm eating. Eating and plotting. Plotting and eating. "Plotting what?" you may think to ask - but don't do it! I won't tell. My lips are sealed. ... and I guess because I'm typing - my hands are tied?
The plot thickens. <insert dramatic music here>
I have received many emails today, yet nothing relevant. Nearly all spam. Where's the love? Where's the email? Where's the beef? If any of you feel the urge to send me an email to chase away my email loneliness, please do! I'm sure my snail mail won't compensate for the lack of quality email either, I sense evil brewing... (evil adj. As used by hackers, implies that some system, program, person, or institution is sufficiently maldesigned as to be not worth the bother of dealing with. Yep, that about sums up my monthly bills.)
If you guys actually read this entire entry I'm amazed. Hats off to you.
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