Bittersweet Candy Bowl

@ ILBeeeee: Thank you, ILB n_n

@ Pron-o-matic: Dare you to ask him what Bush’s dick tastes like. If he didn’t respond, you could be like, “Oh shit, I’m sorry, that’s a spoiler isn’t it?” :3

@ Kazi: I understand all those motivations. Me, I constantly bitch about how many assholes and pussies there are in the world, then one day I’m like: “Fuck it. I have no right to complain if I don’t do everything in my power to be something that they’re not.” Gotta be me.

Now, if you’ll all excuse me, it has dropped thirty degrees here in the last week (not exaggerating) and I’m going to go appreciate it with some Red Bull and the rest of that Japanese literature anthology. Ta ta~

doddodododododododododo DOdodododo dododododododooo

(circus music)

I’m writing my first fanfic for the forums as a writing exercise. I find that I get impatient writing my way to the parts I want to talk about. It’s like I know what I want to do, but I’m unsure of myself and I’m worried about stumbling on my way there.

The concept is fantastic though and I’ve already finished the first third.

Hee. The ever boring exposition. ^_^

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Shit guys, I just posted a huge response in the “If you owned the comic” thread. Fuck I have problems.

Not more so than many others, apparently. ^_^

so? we all have problems

Ninja’d by ILB

I have spent a little too much time in our dear asterisk shinobi’s company. ^_^

(commie) I’d say you just have a very active immagination, no problem there

(ILB) yes ninjas tend to rub off on people, sneaky as they are

No I had to cut that response in two it was so big. Well I’m off to swing dance, catch ya on the flip side!

remember to use protection while swinging….oh!?! dancing? Have fun then

Yes have “fun”

Kay, and if I end up pregnant I’ll just take Paulo’s dad’s advice~

goodluck with that

I HAVE THE INTERNET BACK!!!!!! YAY!!!1!!1!!!1!!!!1one!!1!!!
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Jessie’s cousin Tamara got another call for a lung operation last night. I stayed up and kept Jessie company while she went through the anxiety of finding out whether it was a match and whether they’d go through with the operation or not.

An hour ago, Tamara left the operating room with a surgeon confident in her recovery.

Damn straight.

Oh, how wonderful. ^_^

RECOVERY
be careful though, while educated, many doctors lack the common sense required to actually check things properly.

Unfortunately.

indeed.

You don’t mind if I just use a bunch of one-off names over again, do you?

SO here is another useless post whose only purpose seems to be to bring us inexorably closer to that magic number 1000. And to our next random chat, obviously.

its great when we go over. then the music plays and the boxing matches start.
VIVA CHUCK NORRIS

Sometimes I wonder why we even have these random chats. But then i read your posts and think of how insane they would be in real life. It makes me smile.

these are actually toned down for me.

They are still pretty crazy. I find that your craziest post, moreover, are the ones that make the most sense and are coincidentally the ones most likely to occur in reality.

heh….. my life is strange to you then i suppose.

The only way your life could possibly be strange to me was if despite your crazy posts, it was utterly, soul-crushingly, impossibly normal.

k.
then my life doesnt seem strange? but it cant seem normak because that would BE normal…….omniquantism………

Your life is part of the category that I describe as abnormal, but entirely expected. Like Hollywood, it isn’t so much strange as mildly divergent from the norm.

kewl. i kinda think its very divergent from the norm, but that is probably just my desire to avoid grouping myself in with normal people talking.

I’d be the first to admit that my standards are a bit skewed.

sweet. that makes you different, and different is good.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a normal day though…

…..i used to have them, they suck. BAD

give me a bear and a chainsaw anyday!
(have yet to try, but i think it will be fun!)

You get up, do some completely uninteresting shit and go to sleep too distracted by a sub-par life to realize that you have a sub-par life.

That’s how I hear it works for Normies.

Is it a bad thing that I find the idea rather relaxing?

yes. yes it is.
may you soon discover the greatness of he unexpected, of having an impact, of making the entire world wierder, of giving life to the blank existence of normies.

Typically I give death, so giving life might be enough of a change of pace to help calm my nerves.

mmmm
what do you do? and are you the beatles rock guy w/ another name thing?

If I wasn’t I would be very confused.

And I already told you once. (python)

Guys, listen. Don’t, I mean do not start a new random chat until we have to. 1000 is NOT the magic number an it annoys me with we don’t use all the random chat we can get.

Also I want to make numeral 10.

dundun duuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnn
i know, 7 went to about what?1200, 1400? i dunno, i stopped checking after 1100

SOMEbody was back-reading.

All the right friends in all the wrong places
So yeah, we’re going down
They got all the right moves in all the right faces
So yeah, we’re going down

Just paint the picture of a perfect place
They got it better than what anyone’s told you
They’ll be the King of Hearts, and you’re the Queen of Spades
Then we’ll fight for you like we were your soldiers

I know we’ve got it good
But they got it made
And the grass is getting greener each day
I know things are looking up
But soon they’ll take us down,
before anybody’s knowing our name.

They got all the right friends in all the right places
So yeah, we’re going down
We’ve got all the right moves and all the wrong faces
So yeah, we’re going down
They said, everybody knows, everybody knows where we’re going
Yeah, we’re going down
They said, everybody knows, everybody knows where we’re going
Yeah, we’re going down

Do you think I’m special?
Do you think I’m nice?
Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?
Between the noise you hear
And the sound you like
Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?

It can be possible that rain can fall,
Only when it’s over our heads
The sun is shining everyday, but it’s far away
Over the world is death.

They got,
They got,
All the right friends in all the wrong places
So yeah, we’re going down
They got, all the right moves and all the wrong faces
So yeah, we’re going down

They said, everybody knows, everybody knows where we’re going
Yeah, we’re going down
They said, everybody knows, everybody knows where we’re going

Yeah, we’re going down

It don’t matter what you see.
I know I could never be
Someone that’ll look like you.
It don’t matter what you say,
I know I could never face
someone that could sound like you.

All the right friends in all the wrong places
So yeah, we’re going down
They got all the right moves and all the right faces
So yeah, we’re going down

All the right friends in all the wrong places
So yeah, we’re going down
They got all the right moves and all the right faces
So yeah, we’re going down

They said, everybody knows, everybody knows where we’re going
Yeah, we’re going down
They said, everybody knows, everybody knows where we’re going
Yeah, we’re going down.

Yeah, we’re going down.
Yeah, we’re going down.

(All the right moves, hey)
Yeah, we’re going down
(All the right moves, hey)
Yeah, we’re going down

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

dsf