Not really...but I was following my own PM attention-grabbing tips.
So Steve Irwin died, which sorta sucks. Dead people are harder to make fun of.
In other news, I have the greatest email address of all time - and yes, it works.
exom7@abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijk.com
It's the theme of today.
For instance, this blog entry is lacking in content.
*shrugs* I'm tired. Lacking in sleep.
Go ahead and make comments that lack in things. I don't really care. You could do something like lackey or lactation or lacerated or some word that sounds like it.
*thinks about shrugging again, but decides it'd take too much work, and would make this no longer be lacking in shrugs*
praise/hate goes right about...
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------vvv
there
-Exo
So give thanks to the people who had to endure so much to give us our cool country while we get drunk, eat turkey, and watch football while yelling at the TV screen with family members who are also drunk.
Because it doesn't matter whether you're 5 or 105, you will get drunk on at least one family holiday per year.
If that's not the true spirit of America, I don't know what is.
Let's look at quotes from famous Canadians.
Clearly, this is a country to be reckoned with.
Nah, kidding. Canada rocks. Or should I call it, Ceenada. And it has the funniest stereotypes of any nation, by far.
This entry is devoted to Canada
I haven't updated my blog in 10 days. I wonder if you can be arrested for "blog abuse"? Maybe in the future. I predict blogs will form into sentient beings, and we're all screwed if we don't update them, feed them every day. Sorta like Neopets. Which I absolutely hate. I made an account there, just to see my Neopet die. So you may now officially hate my soulless self.
I got new books. Yay.
I spend pretty much all of my money on books. I read far too much, I listen to music far too much, I play guitar far too much, and I play RPGs far too much. And yet I still have time to eat and sleep, for the most part. Like sometimes, I'll have to combine them, and eat while I sleep. The old marshmellow joke comes to mind, but no, it was worse when I woke up with salsa on my neck. Crazy times, indeed...
Speaking of crazy times at night;
I've stayed up all night ta
There's a logo for the Abnormal Place now. And I messed around with stuff slightly. Because PSP is better than Photoshop, fools.
And there's the first round of Honorarily Abnormal people (HA), so if you don't want your name there, feel free to tell me so I can ignore you and give you a bad nickname that will stick with you - for the Rest. Of. Your. Life.
Now, in all seriousness of nonseriousness, life is pretty good. Not too fond of school, but Sundays normally bring some form of social a
Amazing, isn't it?
Well, I'm just here to update since it's almost up to 5000 comments with this blog now. I figure I should actually talk about something. But I won't.
I'll talk about the LACK of something. Since (everyone?) always (enjoys?) my comic-related anger, I'll extend this one to all the webcomics, some print comics, and especially BZP.
I'm tired of anti-jokes.
Stop making those non-sequitur punch lines.
Be clever please, thanks
-Exo (awesome)
I read something that colleges and businesses will look at blogs for possible hirees, and pay attention to what they say sometimes. So I better not be flaming or anything, and I'm not going to go into any detail about anything.
But in other news, I went somewhere, and something happened, and I may or may not have enjoyed it.
lolz
I think if BZP really wanted to save bandwidth, it could mandate that bones make all his posts on a website and just link to them.
Also, I love the pointless, thinly veiled arguments on BZP. Honestly. Not being sarcastic. It's the reason I come here.
-Exo (1)
If it's not 6:48 PM, you're not where the cool people are.
So. Who here likes POKEYMANS?
I just want to beat someone with my level 84 Swampert. Some people just SAY they like Mudkip. I really DO like Mudkip.
-Exo