hey check it out! my picture is finally relevant! it kinda looks like i have a mask on! for halloween!
HAha. new post. i know i know. i'm sorry readers. i just wanted to wait til i had something relevant to add. then i was all like wait, those idiots eat up every word i spew! how selfish of me to be thinking interesting thoughts all day and not sharing them with you filthy plebians! i'm a man of the people.
like today, i was watching 28 weeks later, by myself, cuz my boo made me rent it but doesn't have the free time to watch it with me soz i'm watching it by myself so it's not a complete waste of money even though it's already like a week late cuz i'm a sucker like that, and i'm watching as this british cats are coming back home, and this announcer lady is telling the fancy british people (i swear it's like margaret thatcher and a beefeater on the train) that they shouldn't be alarmed about all the american soldiers, that they were hear to help them get all repatriated and for their safety and such and i thought of every british person i know, all of which play cricket, and i couldn't stop laughing because i thought oh gee, wouldn't they just love several hundred american soldiers "helping" them out. there's nothing that you pauncy lads love more than gunhappy americans, eh govna?
god i'm an asshole.
so yeah.
oh the beard's gone. yeah. it was sad. i have phantom beard syndrome. worse still, where my beard protected my skin like the crusaders protected christianity from commies, my skin is peeling and cracked and i look 90 in those spots. seriously. my upper lip has dandruff. sigh. and the job that i'm probably gonna end up with not only wouldn't have cared about it, they probably would've encouraged it, given me a grant to make it prettier i'm sure.
i miss my family and friend in baltimore. especially my nephew, the cutest wittle jedi ever. go back one entry if you want him to scanner you. it's lonely here in boston. i don't really have friends yet, though that's not entirely their fault, they being the fuckers that should be lining up in the streets to by my friends, but still. and things with the girl, well, i'm glad that we're "seeing" each other, but somedays, it's hard being so madly in love with someone that wishes you were, well, easier. i don't blame her. most of the time. so yeah, all you romantics, optimists, alchemists, poets, dreamers, drummers with aspirations of being the lead singer getting hit by a school bus so you can take over like phil collins totally did cuz there's no way that your lead singer could be peter gabriel, i mean c'mon, sledgehammer, i wanna be, sledgehammer, all you people out there that dare to dare, wish your next wish upon a star that this woman falls back in love with me. and then on your next wish, correct yourself and add "madly" or "for quite a long period of time, but not forever, cuz that sounds kinda creepy."
thanks guys. you've been great.
GO SOX!
edited to add: speaking of 28 weeks later:
HAha. new post. i know i know. i'm sorry readers. i just wanted to wait til i had something relevant to add. then i was all like wait, those idiots eat up every word i spew! how selfish of me to be thinking interesting thoughts all day and not sharing them with you filthy plebians! i'm a man of the people.
like today, i was watching 28 weeks later, by myself, cuz my boo made me rent it but doesn't have the free time to watch it with me soz i'm watching it by myself so it's not a complete waste of money even though it's already like a week late cuz i'm a sucker like that, and i'm watching as this british cats are coming back home, and this announcer lady is telling the fancy british people (i swear it's like margaret thatcher and a beefeater on the train) that they shouldn't be alarmed about all the american soldiers, that they were hear to help them get all repatriated and for their safety and such and i thought of every british person i know, all of which play cricket, and i couldn't stop laughing because i thought oh gee, wouldn't they just love several hundred american soldiers "helping" them out. there's nothing that you pauncy lads love more than gunhappy americans, eh govna?
god i'm an asshole.
so yeah.
oh the beard's gone. yeah. it was sad. i have phantom beard syndrome. worse still, where my beard protected my skin like the crusaders protected christianity from commies, my skin is peeling and cracked and i look 90 in those spots. seriously. my upper lip has dandruff. sigh. and the job that i'm probably gonna end up with not only wouldn't have cared about it, they probably would've encouraged it, given me a grant to make it prettier i'm sure.
i miss my family and friend in baltimore. especially my nephew, the cutest wittle jedi ever. go back one entry if you want him to scanner you. it's lonely here in boston. i don't really have friends yet, though that's not entirely their fault, they being the fuckers that should be lining up in the streets to by my friends, but still. and things with the girl, well, i'm glad that we're "seeing" each other, but somedays, it's hard being so madly in love with someone that wishes you were, well, easier. i don't blame her. most of the time. so yeah, all you romantics, optimists, alchemists, poets, dreamers, drummers with aspirations of being the lead singer getting hit by a school bus so you can take over like phil collins totally did cuz there's no way that your lead singer could be peter gabriel, i mean c'mon, sledgehammer, i wanna be, sledgehammer, all you people out there that dare to dare, wish your next wish upon a star that this woman falls back in love with me. and then on your next wish, correct yourself and add "madly" or "for quite a long period of time, but not forever, cuz that sounds kinda creepy."
thanks guys. you've been great.
GO SOX!
edited to add: speaking of 28 weeks later:
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how is the new computer? spill it.