09.12.03 - Good Mood, and Sarcasm
Since I'm in such a fantastically good mood, I'm not going to bitch about anything or anyone. I'm certainly not going to tell you all that Rebecca Eaton's boyfriend's name is Anus, technically making her an Anus lover. Nor am I going to go on about the DC's that phone me up everyday with ..., well let me show you with an excerpt;Me: Are you using Outlook or Outlook Express?Maybe that that sort of thing can be excused because of the duplicity of meanings in the English language, for example I could have meant "are you a moron", to which his reply would have been correct (for those who are confused, I was asking him which one he uses not whether he uses one of the two - I allowed for adequate pausing and tone to distinguish the question).
Him: Yes.
By the way that bit at the beginning about me saying I wasn't going to bitch today about stuff? I freaking lied - not about Anus though, that's really his name, he even gave Becky a ring. Anus gave Becky a ring. I swear I'm not making this up. I'd like to know what was going through his parent's minds when they decided that Anus would be a good name for a human male, because I don't think it was electrical signals. The only possible reasoning I conceive is that Anus is better than the qua-barrelled name Kick-me-i-deserveit.
Becky is the one that looks like she's going out with a guy called Anus.
In case you're having difficulty with that, the one without a boyfriend
called Anus is pointing her out for you. Did I mention that her boyfriend's
name is Anus? As in arse?
Why am I cranky today? Well let's just say it has something to do with a machine, the Internet, and of course as always, my cat. I think my cat is trying to get himself killed. He picks the times when I'm already smashing random things in an effort to expel some frustration through violence, and then launches himself at my face in what must be a suicide attack. The number of times I've nearly pummelled his head into the ground greatly exceeds 9. One time I think I even punched him in the head. I still have the scars to remember that mistake by. If you've never seen my cat then take a gander over here.
I'm so mad right now that I can't type straight. I shall be spending the rest of the night trying to fix my broken, broken machine. Just as I did the night before. I'm so mad right now. So very mad.
splinter "carolina on the weekends" khan
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