OMGOMGOMGOMGOGMOGMOGMGOMGOMGOGMOGMGOMGOMG.
i touched mariah carey. nuff said.
OMFOMFOFMOFMOFMFOMFOMFOMFOFMOFMFOMFGOMFGG.
my bunny trickered me. with the "do you want to go to a hockey game i have extra tickets" strategy. what kind of sucker falls for that nowadays? me apparently.
here's a real story:
[Woah, chicks actually dress up for hockey games around here? Strange... from a distance, one of them is overheard ranting about Mariah Carey's show in concert.]
"Say Cavan, isn't Mariah Carey playing tonight as well?"
[I wonder if we'll hear it through the hockey game?!!!!?!?!?!?! :O]
"Er..."
Two chicks in front of us: "What? IT'S MARIAH TONIGHT." [Idiot...]
"WHAT? WHAT WHAAAAT WHHHHAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT??!?!?!??!?!?!? OMFG OMFG OMFG WHAAATTTTT did you just say?"
"HAHAHahhAhahaHHAhAHAH she thinks she's going to a hockey game."
"..." [Snicker snicker, IDIOT]
"OMFGOMFGOMFOMGOMFOMGOMFFGOMFOMGOMGOFMOGMOGMGOMGOMGOMFGFGGG I can't breathe Cavan..."
but in the end... WHATEV CUZ I FUCKING TOUCHED HER!!!!!
yesss... however my bunny got floor 16 tickets, i shall never know, but it doesn't even matter because at the end of the night, because i left with pink and purple butterfly confetti in my wallet and the bestestest surprise of my LIFE! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
forbidden fruit and twizzlers
Tonight was Eddi's last night here. Hello Bernard! Where's Bernice?!
I like the ceilings of the Southside Common Joey's. That is where one can find the forbidden fruit before a majestic fountain. As well, Bernard plays host tonight, in which shots are dropped and rotisserie cause commotion.
I don't think eating Twizzlers is very healthy as you can tell. There are two left. Many bowls later (is that how you spell bowls? Or bowles or bowels? I think it's bowls) later, I find myself in a berry fazed dilemma of writing my troubles in my blog.
Alas, I have no troubles, so all is well?
No lying.
Truth be told, my tongue is dry and sour from the aftertaste of Twizzlers when really I want to talk to somebody while there is a noodle wall of Tonkatsu in my mouth.
I don't want to take 8am classes. I want a new pillow among other things. Like the sun. Dragons make you gassy. Exactly 20 minutes has passed.
Well, goodnight.
I like the ceilings of the Southside Common Joey's. That is where one can find the forbidden fruit before a majestic fountain. As well, Bernard plays host tonight, in which shots are dropped and rotisserie cause commotion.
I don't think eating Twizzlers is very healthy as you can tell. There are two left. Many bowls later (is that how you spell bowls? Or bowles or bowels? I think it's bowls) later, I find myself in a berry fazed dilemma of writing my troubles in my blog.
Alas, I have no troubles, so all is well?
No lying.
Truth be told, my tongue is dry and sour from the aftertaste of Twizzlers when really I want to talk to somebody while there is a noodle wall of Tonkatsu in my mouth.
I don't want to take 8am classes. I want a new pillow among other things. Like the sun. Dragons make you gassy. Exactly 20 minutes has passed.
Well, goodnight.
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