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It's getting late on Sunday morning
I get up and see
Silly TV talking by itself in the living room
I slept on the sofa again
and don't remember the ending of
the late night movie
And my old lady she don't care
as I look for food in the fridge
Well, this is life
Well, this is my life
Well, this is life
To plan a weekend without you
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IT IS I. THE CADBURY CHOCOLATE MONSTER, BEETCHEZ.
disclaimer: I am
so not friggin responsible for any nosebleeds and/or eyesores caused by my innocent
blabberjabberings. And I don't own some of the pics or such posted here (duuuuuurhh). Now, LET'S DANCE BABY. lolwut btw, me tumblr's
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Tuesday, 2 June 2009, 17:57
AHHHH THE AGONYYYY
I feel like poop. Stinky, useless and disposed. I know that sounds kind of wrong, feeling like poop and all, but I do. I feel tortured by utter boredom. But as long as I keep typing and the words keep popping out on the screen, I'll be fine. Sort of. But AQWorlds has managed to keep my bored torture pain and agony thingy at bay for a while. It's been a while since I played that game, but oh well.
And there's this one game called Hotel 626. And I am horrified. That game scares the (as usual) digested sushi out of me! And everyone I introduced this game to, could not even last 10 seconds without screaming in absolute fear. I would do the same every three seconds. My friend's playing that game right now. I feel like playing too, but here I am, blogging and being a total wimp. My neighbor's quite like playing these horror games. Guess I'll introduce it to him sometime. Let's see if he could handle the creepy stuff.
Oh yeah. Let's think up a ridiculous poem to end this agnofying (is that a word?) pain and torture of excruciating pit of utter doom. Wait no. Boredom. Yeah that's it.
LALALALA,
I'm so friggin bored.
lalalalalalala,
And that's it. Buh bye. I will go to a corner and endure my pain of boredom. Blah.
Labels: bored, random rant