"I'm such an asshole and a fuckass. I like to go to people's blogs and leave comments like 'indeed' and 'indeed indeed'. It's so KICKASS!" --Eric, on commenting.
Well, I assume it would be. I couldn't -actually- reach him to get a comment when I tried calling just now at the number he left on John's blog (he can leave entire phone numbers there, but he's limited to one word here... shame). But I say fie! Fie and fo! -And- fum!
Yep. I'm doing great. Still with my aunt.
Saw my room yesterday though. As kickass as I thought it would be, except for the fact that it's actually a four-person deal. Very similar to John's situation; two separate rooms that each house two of us. There's no living area though, sadly enough. We -do- have a walk-in closet and a large room that houses our microwaves and fridges, however. So I say w00t!
Fred will be in town on the 26th or 27th or 28th. Damn. I wish I could remember. I -did- manage to talk to him though. We agree on nothing. First off, he believes the word "crossroads" is superior to "intersection" and... well, that's it. But we agree on NOTHING. I guess I'll have to destroy him. Pity.
But on a happier note, I will soon have a room all to myself! All I have to do is destroy Fred!
...When Fred gets the URL to this blog and thumbs through the excellent archives and finds this post and is not dead, he will likely castrate me or something. Or mention that I thought he would castrate me, then simply remove my spleen.
Either way, things aren't shaping up too well. Looks like I'll have to destroy Fred.
Well, I assume it would be. I couldn't -actually- reach him to get a comment when I tried calling just now at the number he left on John's blog (he can leave entire phone numbers there, but he's limited to one word here... shame). But I say fie! Fie and fo! -And- fum!
Yep. I'm doing great. Still with my aunt.
Saw my room yesterday though. As kickass as I thought it would be, except for the fact that it's actually a four-person deal. Very similar to John's situation; two separate rooms that each house two of us. There's no living area though, sadly enough. We -do- have a walk-in closet and a large room that houses our microwaves and fridges, however. So I say w00t!
Fred will be in town on the 26th or 27th or 28th. Damn. I wish I could remember. I -did- manage to talk to him though. We agree on nothing. First off, he believes the word "crossroads" is superior to "intersection" and... well, that's it. But we agree on NOTHING. I guess I'll have to destroy him. Pity.
But on a happier note, I will soon have a room all to myself! All I have to do is destroy Fred!
...When Fred gets the URL to this blog and thumbs through the excellent archives and finds this post and is not dead, he will likely castrate me or something. Or mention that I thought he would castrate me, then simply remove my spleen.
Either way, things aren't shaping up too well. Looks like I'll have to destroy Fred.
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