Ohgoodness
^ Listening to that for the third straight day now.
And Artie showed me this.
Pretty cool huh?
OMG AND THIS TOO!
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Day 5 (again, haaaaa)
Touch me with the finger of your computer :)
Jessica's task is to find a picture of a ship, write about the ship, starting with "The ship's sail..."
Shippy:
Jessica's task is to find a picture of a ship, write about the ship, starting with "The ship's sail..."
Shippy:
the ship's sails were black
as night. sailing into the black
horizon. rising into the black
abyss. the sailors are black
shadows. i turn away from the absence of light
and never look back.
Day 4 (haaa not)
You are two years old. Write from this perspective. Be childlike! Play!
Give yourself a name (With the initals C.A.T)
Nickname
Eye Color
Hair Color
Favorite Food
Siblings and their ages
How they treat you
Thoughts on toilet training
Then Write a story starting with:
Here I am, stuck in my crib...
My Name is Crazy Aardvark Tickler
My Nickname is Peanut
Eyes? I don't have any!
My hair exists in several dimensions, ones where there are no colors.
I've got a yearnin' for Indian Food!
My brother in arms is Pink Pup.
Pink Pup is pretty non-responsive...
Toilets are for the weak!
DON'T LET THE MAN HOLD YOU DOWN!
Here I am, stuck in my crib....but that's not where this story shall end. The evil leaders of the Parent Clan have initiated a plan of attack. I can hear the water running, running faster than I could run away from it. Pink Pup and I sat in my crib, my pad, my only sanctuary. We knew it was time to act but we had no plan, how could we possibly bring down the tyrannical leaders and still live?
"Oh peanutttt!" I heard the female leader trill as she opened the door to my fortress of solitude. I really should make it more fortress-ish. "Let's try the potty one more time! Then it's time for your bath!" She picked me up, I screamed for my comrade Pink Pup. The dumb woman, she handed him right to me. Little did she know that he was my secret weapon! I smacked her, BAM! BAM! Right in the kisser...and that's what she did. She kissed me.
Boy I wish I had had some of that Gerber Limited Edition Indian Food, so I could show her a good substitute for the toilet would be HER ARMS!!!
After several minutes of goading and prodding, the leaders gave up and lifted my betrayer of a body over the tub of water...little did they know that I HAD A JET PACK ON AND FLEW THROUGH THE CEILING! FOREVER BEING FREE!
Or I got washed behind my earsies. You know, whatever sounds more coolio.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Rocky Horror!
Part of the gang (me, keelin, katie, megan) going to see Rocky Horror Picture Show interactive style! It was pretty nifty, getting showered with toast, rice and water.
Betty Desire
was there as well! She sacrificed some virgins and did lots of yelling.
"THE MAN YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE HAS NO F**KING NECK!" :)
This is definitely going to be an annual thing for me now.
Props to the pregnant maid and the flamboyant boy in the gogo boots and booty shorts for winning the competition
The night was a win, the next day was also a win with our Rock Band "WILD PARTY" :P
I love my friends, and my halloween was B.A.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Day 3
Ze prompt for Day Trey!
Clickmeforprompt ja?
New Years Resolutions make me abandon hope
Every year, it's time to make a new
Wish. Not a resolution, a wish. I may have the
Yearning to do better, but never the will power to do the thing I put down
Every year. It's basically
Always the same. I doubt i'll ever
Reach my goal. I'm
Starting to accept this fact of life.
Right next to me, all around me, I see my goal. Never able to get there.
Evil things, resolutions. Hope for a day,
Something to feed the mind.
Only to
Learn that the sweet promises
Uttered in our ears are
Totally
Indisputably
Obviously
Never going to be achieved.
Sorry that's emotastic. :) I'm actually just chilling with Kaitlyn at LACREMA the best coffee place in ze vorld!
Clickmeforprompt ja?
New Years Resolutions make me abandon hope
Every year, it's time to make a new
Wish. Not a resolution, a wish. I may have the
Yearning to do better, but never the will power to do the thing I put down
Every year. It's basically
Always the same. I doubt i'll ever
Reach my goal. I'm
Starting to accept this fact of life.
Right next to me, all around me, I see my goal. Never able to get there.
Evil things, resolutions. Hope for a day,
Something to feed the mind.
Only to
Learn that the sweet promises
Uttered in our ears are
Totally
Indisputably
Obviously
Never going to be achieved.
Sorry that's emotastic. :) I'm actually just chilling with Kaitlyn at LACREMA the best coffee place in ze vorld!
Day 2 *err*
Day 2 AKA Day 3 So this is just Day 2.5 :) I missed yesterday!
Today's prompt, from the lovely Megan is:
ESCRIBO YA!
The post card arrived...and I threw it in the trash. I didn't want to know anymore about 'prestigious' 'well-rounded' colleges, with their fake postcards and brochures. I was done, I had picked my schools and almost finished the applications. I hated the mounds of mail that had stacked up like a Jenga-puzzle, ready to tumble down and poke me in the eye with a sharp corner. I finished sorting through the mail and looked at the tickets that had arrived. Yes...a one way ticket. I had convinced it to take a vacation. A long vacation, so long that it would just get tickets home whenever it felt to do so. I sifted through the drawer to find the card that I had picked out two days earlier and slipped the tickets into the snug slit that was made especially for gift cards and other paper gifts. Paper gifts like tickets. A one way ticket for one person. The ticket that will make its way down the sidewalk and into the mailbox. It will be picked up and driven to a building, sorted, then driven again to the house of the person whose name is stamped into that ticket. Then, in the early morning when it stumbles out the door and opens it's mailbox, the ticket will make its way into the excited hand of it's master. It. The ticket will sit on it's table for a few days, until the day arrives when it will pack it's bags and board that plane. The ticket's time with it will end and the plane will take over from there. The plane carries that vile it across an ocean, through several countries and then finally touching down in a place full of other tourists. Just like it. It, unlike other tourists, will be detained after checking into the hotel. The police will be called, and it shall be taken away, like the trash that contains the discarded postcards and banana peels of people who continue living on, as if nothing had ever happened. Why would it? Trash being taken out has never mattered before right?
Well then! :) I'm not really that hateful. And no one will ever know who this is about...and neither will I!? Mwahaha.
BUT this post isn't over yet. Go check out other 365 writings at:
Hurrrr
and
Hurrrr
and now I shall go try and warm up because i'm in the part of my new apartment thing that DOESN'T get heat
kthxbai
Today's prompt, from the lovely Megan is:
Think of a person who really bugs or annoys you. Think of a place you'd like to send this person. Then *mentally* send them there! With that in mind, start with: "The post card arrived..."
ESCRIBO YA!
The post card arrived...and I threw it in the trash. I didn't want to know anymore about 'prestigious' 'well-rounded' colleges, with their fake postcards and brochures. I was done, I had picked my schools and almost finished the applications. I hated the mounds of mail that had stacked up like a Jenga-puzzle, ready to tumble down and poke me in the eye with a sharp corner. I finished sorting through the mail and looked at the tickets that had arrived. Yes...a one way ticket. I had convinced it to take a vacation. A long vacation, so long that it would just get tickets home whenever it felt to do so. I sifted through the drawer to find the card that I had picked out two days earlier and slipped the tickets into the snug slit that was made especially for gift cards and other paper gifts. Paper gifts like tickets. A one way ticket for one person. The ticket that will make its way down the sidewalk and into the mailbox. It will be picked up and driven to a building, sorted, then driven again to the house of the person whose name is stamped into that ticket. Then, in the early morning when it stumbles out the door and opens it's mailbox, the ticket will make its way into the excited hand of it's master. It. The ticket will sit on it's table for a few days, until the day arrives when it will pack it's bags and board that plane. The ticket's time with it will end and the plane will take over from there. The plane carries that vile it across an ocean, through several countries and then finally touching down in a place full of other tourists. Just like it. It, unlike other tourists, will be detained after checking into the hotel. The police will be called, and it shall be taken away, like the trash that contains the discarded postcards and banana peels of people who continue living on, as if nothing had ever happened. Why would it? Trash being taken out has never mattered before right?
Well then! :) I'm not really that hateful. And no one will ever know who this is about...and neither will I!? Mwahaha.
BUT this post isn't over yet. Go check out other 365 writings at:
Hurrrr
and
Hurrrr
and now I shall go try and warm up because i'm in the part of my new apartment thing that DOESN'T get heat
kthxbai
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