Monday, February 14, 2005
Head Poop!
Yup' it is definately Valentines Day. As I was walking to work today I was suddenly blasted by a hot gooey substance globbing all down my head into my eyes nearing my mouth which of course made me start spitting and cussing all over the place. I threw my head back and stared hard to find the little feathered bastard who annointed me, and there staring back at me, fluttering his precious lil' asshole wings, was none other than that creep cupid. Cupid took a dump on my head! He's a gross little turd. Watch out people old Jerko is serious this year.
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I hope that he wasn't in cahoots with that Duck.
There's some never forgive action right there.
--glad that you're back!
I worried about the same thing. That duck seemed to have bad thoughts in store for you. I tried to tell you psychicly but you've been so busy...which is another thing. You work too hard. we worry about you. I worry about you.
You are both so right I really need to watch my back, this duck is screwing me big time. Definate never forgive actions YGWIN. By the way I haven't been able to shake that story all evening. It keeps popping in my head, now that's good story tellin'.
Thanks for the head talking Ho, I thought it was you but another telepathic message was bleeding through it got all crossed up and I couldn't understand a damn thing. I worry about myself working too much as well.
Wink, last I heard things were looking up for you and the duck,
and then *poof* you were literally never heard from again..
Until now, which is a relief off my mind. I was like, did he abduct her..? Maybe she's happy..? And now cupid. Figures. Weird flying baby with a cross bow, I mean bow and arrow.. Cupid is a weirdo. I'm sorry for what he did to you.
Cross Bow, heh... the cupid of the future.
Cupid Of The Future. Sounds like the name of a band from 1987 (that, though they released only one album, are recognized today as being definitive of the late 80's pop culture despite, or maybe because of being caught lipsynching/doing steroroids/wearing false eyelashes. Whatever. They were quickly shunned by the industry. Made out to be a joke. Until now, that is..)
I don't know why I'm doing this. I'm supposed to be straightening up my apartment right now. And I'm stalling. With this. This is stalling, pure and simple.
But what if I went on.. here, for about three hundred more lines..? Now that would be crazy. What if you opened up your comments and saw that someone (me) had left you the equivalent of a post in your comments area..? Personally I'd laugh, but that's just me. I've never seen anyone really abuse the comments before, and I'm pretty sure there is no limit. I could be wrong. Hmm..
*deliberating whether I should do this now, weighing the pros and cons, deciding...*
Inspiration again Miss. V. I now will look at the comment section as so much more. We should embrace these moments in time we spend commenting to each other in the litte story comment world. Really cuddle it up like a baby and pepper it with kisses, or words in this situation.
Wells what the hell are you up to? We need to have a phone reunion.
Wells...?
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