I DRINK TEA EVERY MORNING NOWADAYS

[blustocking]

HOLY MALARKY, I wish my allergies would act up and become annoying when I'm trying to sing along loudly. *shakes fist* I trimmed my cuticles today. They look rad. I'ma paint my nails that prismatic amberish color later and then my toenails the prismatic bluish-purple. *goes back to looking for jobs*

Watch out, it's a caps kinda day.

ONE NIGHT IN BANGKOK MAKES A HARD MAN HUMBLE.

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BUT HOW DO YOU REALLY FEEL BO-DUH?!

[blustocking.livejournal.com]

Would you stick a flag in this James-creature? What would be on your flag?

Listen here, you water-logged Seattlite. Melody is the new drug of choice and I'm a pusher. You best fuckin' listen to some mu-zak right now. C'mon, you know you want to. All the cool kids are doing it. YOU WANNA BE COOL, DONCHA?

BOOM. CHICK. SISS. PAH.

Re: like the only rational lemming, is how i feel

[haddob.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I've tricked my tornado chasing friend. I do listen to music, lots and lots of music. So much music. But I infected your brain like some kind of curious disease. Everytime you listen to James you're going to think of me. I've ruined your ability to interpret the songs the way you want to. THAT'S RIGHT! I've erected a metaphorical statue. You can't hear a note of James without seeing your interpretation of me grinning, and giving you the finger.

Oh yes.






I just might have gone a little crazy.

he's not crazy, he's my friend

[blustocking.livejournal.com]

YOU ARE SUCH A LIAR! You will burn in the pits of your own personal hell, much like your own personal Jesus. My buddy, my buddy, my buddy and MEEEE! I want a personal Jesus. We would play soccer and eat ice cream. Then we would throw water balloons off rooftops onto old ladies. Jesus is down with elderly assault, don't you know.


p.s. YOU HAVE ERECTED NOTHING! bwahaha.

Re: he's not crazy, he's my friend

[haddob.livejournal.com]

Stop denying it. Your denial is huge. I'm dancing around in your cavernous denial. I think I just heard the echo of my feet hitting the floor. No, that must be the dementia setting in, there can't be an echo because the walls and ceiling are thousands of miles away. It's that big. Oh, wait, it's bigger than that. And bigger still.

Everything you once enjoyed will bother you now, because I'll always be parading up and down your brain waving my crazy signs. I'm eradicating everything you care about.

I'm known worldwide for my huge denial

[blustocking.livejournal.com]

You're right...I can feel everything I have held near and dear slipping through my fingers like stagnant water. Slip...slip...slipping....I cannot even remember my name...wait, who are you? What is this that I'm typing? Why am I looking at a screen and what are those strange characters dancing around and what are these noisy buttons that I'm preofijckdafk fj io; dl' .. kd'a

Re: It's almost like that

[haddob.livejournal.com]

This is the end of our vicious internet journey, you Topekan beauty queen. I'm going to 711 to gorge myself on disgusting American snack products, all packaged to appeal to my youthful tastes. Something frozen, too. I'll die.

One of LJ's spelling suggestions for "Topekan" is "Spokane". It's almost like you live near me. It's almost like I'm peeking in your window.

I will keep the home fries burning

[blustocking.livejournal.com]

You swarthy Italian dictator. (I just wanted to say "swarthy"). How dare you go to 7-11 and leave me here with the kids! Get me a Code Red slushie thing, will ya?

You can't be peeking in my window. Because I can see you right now, sitting pantsless in front of your computer. Oh...now you're scratching yourself. And now...ew.