I'm gonna be playing around with my content blocks, but we got this new 1600x900 screen...so I may make all you skinny-screeners mad when I put them on both sides.
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Also, someone has to get me caught up in BZPness. I'm so out of it.
So I woke up and looked inside the inside of the refrigerator. No eggs. No milk. Then I realized I had cut my forehead, and was wearing that dress that's so white, but so dirty.
First, to the forehead. Bandaid to the spot.
Then to the dress.
Except I was a girl
Weeeeeiiiiird.
That doesn't normally happen. No, not at all.
I shrugged it off, and went to get the mail. The dress, however, had no sleeves, and I started to freeze...literally. In a few minutes times I was a frozen block of ice.
Skip three thousand years into the future.
My dress is still there, and still dirty. Gotta get those stains off. But my forehead feels fine.
I look around. No cars, streets, homes, streetlights. What the heck?! What kind of strange future can this be? Or...did I just fall asleep?
A donkey came up behind me and scared the livin' you-know-what out of me. It nuzzled its nose on my dirty dress and all my stains vanished, but my forehead began to bleed again.
I was confused. Very.
Then the donkey started to talk...yeah, talk.
"What on earth are you doing on my lawn?" it asked.
"Uh...your lawn?"
"Yeah! Beat it, kid."
I ran, slowly at first, but then much quicker. Much, much quicker. But my now-clean dress was prohibiting me in my attempt to flee. I looked down to pick up the bottom of the dress, but it wasn't there. Or any other articles of clothing.
It was only after then that I woke up.
I was a boy again, which I was much thankful for. Being a girl just wasn't for me. Besides, dresses are so stupid.
"Thank goodness, it was only a dream!" I exclaimed.
"Says you." said a donkey who was floating in the air above me.
Don't much care for the site. Don't much care for Bionicle. I'm really gettin' too old for it. But maybe one of these days I'll break out the sets again and start MOCing. Such fun.
It seems like it's been a while since I've posted something rational here, so I figured that tonight's as good a night as any.
Am I the only one who is driven crazy by how hard it is to play the guitar solo in My Chemical Romance's Dead!? I mean, that thing is insane. It starts off nice and easy, sure enough, then it hits you with all those low notes that I can't even hear! Good grief! Then, to make matters worse, it gets unbelievably fast. MY FINGERS DON'T MOVE THAT FAST, GERARD! (Or whatever his name is with the poofy hair.) Sure, I bet they hammer, but still. Gosh people.
Fruity Oaty Bars
Make a man out of a mouse
Fruity Oaty Bars
Make you burst out of your blouse
Eat them all the time
Let them blow your mind
WOW!
(Random Chinese guy)
Fruity Oaty Bars
Fruity Oaty Bars