Bwahaha, what’s wrong with me.
Sorry Jesus my man, I KNOW I still owe you that cash from our last game, but seriously dude, you’re all omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient and all that shit, you must know I ain’t got no money right now. No…aw c’mon man, put it down, there’s no need for tha…NO! DUDE! NO! C’MON MAN, DON’T BE A DI…((Whoosh-crack))…ARGHFARKMYLEGS!! ALRIGHT MAN, alright…you’ll get your money man, just…just leave me alone and stop swingin’ them fuckin’ bells around…
I hate how I become more and more detached from the beauty of Christmas every year. Time was that I got so excited at the appearance of the lights in Leeds; Now I don’t even look at them. Used to be that the buzz of pre-Christmas anticipation would endure for weeks, making December a year long, but now it can’t hang around long enough and is gone in a second.
Christ, growing up SUCKS. I want a refund.
I might go back to my old Church (it’s only been, what…9/10yrs since they last saw me and kicked me out for being Goth?) for Christingle, just to get an orange with a candle and dolly mixture so I can feel some of that thrill again.
Plot twist: You actually finish everything on your to-read list.
So what am I doing instead? Reading Shakespeare, nomming vast quantities of some form of micro-orange and getting piss-drunk on Canadian Whiskey and water.
I feel like some sort of washed-out Hunter S. Thompson figure! Blah.
I appreciate the sentiment but I have two questions:
1. What makes me so adorable? =3
2. Why make this anon? All nice things will be accepted with open arms.
RHCP’s “Love Rollercoaster” had just come on, and just as it reached the “You give me that funny feeling in my tummy…” line, I threw up violently.
A vile experience certainly, but also rather darkly amusing. =’)