Wednesday, September 2, 2009

TIME TO CAST THE DICE

Usually I have to refresh for many minutes to find a decent mark, but today I am graced with two at the same time. WHAT TO DO IN SITUATIONS LIKE THIS!? In situations like this I leave my fate to Tyche, goddess of luck: LET'S ROLL DICE TO MAKE ARBITRARY LIFE DECISIONS!
Evens are "The Doom and the Gloom" and odds are "Zayda's Journal".
BEHOLD! "The Doom and the Gloom, is not to be found with KittyMadCow" (but comma splices are, apparently).
And glory to She who keeps me from having to think about my options.
First thing I'm debating with myself: is that a comma splice? Usually commas can only splice two independent clauses and "The Doom and the Gloom" has no predicate, but since the title of something is taken as a thought unto itself I think it should count. If it isn't a splice it's definitely not needed so she's WRONG in conclusion. Also fuck you.
Her first entry (that I observe) opens with "poetry dont read into it" which is coincidentally what I do with all poetry. Only instead of "don't read into it" I just omit "into" all together and it's more accurate.
Unless it's epic poetry, of course. Holy shit where else are you going to read about Orlando going crazy and cutting guys and horses in half with one swipe of his sword?
sat here i see my fingers bleeding holding onto the last scraps on happiness

You, too, know the agony that is the new Space Hulk box set. Seriously, whoever cut that sprue needs to be feeling ashamed of himself right now. Either that or fed to sharks. It's a cape, bro, it doesn't need to be attached in 15 places to the sprue.
Oh I'm sorry, getting off topic. Please, continue.
like the grains of sand i feel the rage and the suffering
burrowing deep into my skin
see the tears rolling down those faces
burning like the hateful words

If by "rage and suffering" you mean "MY CUNTING EXACTO KNIFE" and by "hateful words" you mean "SON OF A FUCK" then yeah, this is still Space Hulk.
Skipping a stanza:
forget that news, this world is suffering
people are dieing, we kill ourselves one by one
because we just cant stand
the terror and the suffering,
we just cant stop

>dieing
I saw a title of a song that was something-or-other "dieing" needless to say I was raging. Then I saw it was by "Brokencyde" and I chuckled to myself. Either they are the biggest hacks ever or the world's greatest trolls.
Also this could totally be about Space Hulk if it were less emo and more about PURGING XENOS. It's all there on the box: "MAN VERSUS ALIEN IN A DESPERATE BATTLE"

I question who I am so you don't know me, I am a nobody because you are everything

So speaking of cunty things that remind me of totally awesome things: anyone remember that weird disembodied voice that would respond to a sorcerer's calls in Shadow Skill?
OF COURSE YOU DON'T I'M THE ONLY ONE THAT BOUGHT SHADOW SKILL THANKS A LOT ASSHOLES NOW WE'LL NEVER GET A SEQUEL :C
ok, quck list of things to write about....
going onto the forum to find out i had abusive vm left on my wall
not being able to find pet DOB for guyguy and loggy
talking to guyguy cheered me up again a bit ahaha....

What.

wow i so am too tired to write about half of that, most of it is self explained anyways....

What.
By the by: English has a set word order you kind of have to follow if you plan on making sense. Or no, excuse me: set word order English has must you follow sense if you plan to make it.
Dipshit.
ok back to ranting about mum, for readers referance im only caling her mum her cuz of my name policy where i can help it...

Yes, her "name" policy wherein people she knows must be called something. Those words are crafty that way, they are.

anyways, all mum ever was is a source fo money,

Aww that's sweet.
so starting off... guy withdrawals... lol... i think anyone with half a brain cell can tell in this entry why im bummed out... not getting to talk today sucked :(

Anyone with half a brain cell would have lost it by now READING THIS SHIT :c
being my usual self I asked him why he puts up with me, and his answer was.... you're funny...

Bwaha 0_o

Funny looking, maybe.
Shit got her. Done.
I’m in one of those moods where I want to listen to the heaviest music I listen to, the answer, Rammstein…

YEAH GOTTA LISTEN TO SOME DIPSHIT GERMAN HEAVY METAL, MOTHERFUCKER. HARDCORE, SON. DAUGHTER. WHATEVER.
Wait, hold up. Asked out?!?!? Ahaha and here I was thinking no one wanted to go out with me… hehe so yea,

BACK THE FUCK UP, PILLOWBITERS. ASKED OUT? YOU BETTER FUCKING BELIEVE THAT HOT PIECE OF TAIL GOT ASKED THE FUCK OUT. SHE WAS SO ASKED OUT HER MOTHER GOT A TEXT ABOUT IT WHILE SHE WAS GIVING BIRTH TO HER.
Whenever someone tells me to HOLD UP or BACK UP I immediately start reading whatever they just wrote in the most extreme voice imaginable.
I’m sat listening to The Fray at the moment, have been for the last hour, listened to The Foo Fighters for most of the day, watched the tropical like rain come down…

Wow my brain almost grammatically exploded. "I am sat".
Just had the craziest conversation ever… why do I pick up people’s auras… well who knows, but yeah, it was interesting, not actually going to write about it at the moment, maybe later on in this entry or another day but yeah…

Here's how to properly interpret what she just wrote: "I have nothing to say so I'm going to waste more of your time by yammering on about nothing like a fucking mental patient."
All right listen to me, kittymadcow. I have never in my fucking life read someone who has written so much and yet said so little. That's a lie, actually (hi Lois Tyson, writer of my "critical theory" textbook) but it still applies to you: say what you mean and stop writing. I don't need to read through all your dipshit posturing and nonsense.
Pud.

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