Thursday, May 09, 2002
*wibble*
I'm not part of the Melbourne crowd either, I met everyone at Open Diary as Glassfish before it turned into small pink mushrooms with a taste for the moolah... I have a sneaking suspiscion (90% certain) that Jen and I go to the same Uni, but that would be too weird. Too too weird. I'd have to like, freak out and everything. And upon admitting that, I'll probably manage to somehow bump into her in the next few weeks and say something incredibly bizarre and do the embarrassment thing. It'd be odd, seeing I don't know her (uh, you, apply whichever) as well as Ben and such, I'd be all like "Kzpthlt," and the conversation wouldn't go too far. Although I could ask about that cool hairdresser I think Jen wrote about in one of her OD entries about a year ago ^^;
Chocolate makes nearly anything taste good, even streetlamps, though I have not had the opportunity to test this yet. I am currently undergoing discussions with the local council to ratify this, but they are strangely deaf to my pleas. Maybe it's because... nah, humans don't need air to breathe anyway.
So.
Is it just me, or do other people here want to smile in a slightly fuzzy way about Adam-and-Zoeness? Well, it might just be me, I get fuzzy smiles easily (moustache jokes will be tolerated, but I thought of them first, wahahaha) about, uh... stuff. I've been in a really good mood lately too. Kinda thinking about my past a lot, and realising how lucky I am to be doing the stuff I am with the people I am today (Could anyone be more annoyingly unspecific and family-show values-embodiying? Yes. Yes they could. But they're not here right now. you can leave a message for them after the beep though).
I have this thing for turning whatever I was going to say into mildly amusing (well, mildly something anyway) blibberish whenever I start getting too specific. I think I'm having lingual commitment fears. (Hmm, that conjurs an image of the pasta-eating scene from Lady and the Tramp, but never mind the way my brain wanders)
I feel like typing more, but at the moment I feel strangley empty without that much I want to say. More interested in recieving information right now. Or maybe it's because I spent the whole afternoon talking. Only You Have the Answer.
[Footnote: I go to Murdoch Uni. In Perth. Yeah.]
[Footnote 2: Zoinks!]
[Footnote 3: The proportion of jokes about breasts to jokes about operating systems to jokes about other stuff on www.knowplace.org is about 70%:28%:2% How quaint.]
[Footnote 4: There are too many feet. Two of you must die so that the stronger may survive.]
[Footnote 5: Why can't we just share?]
[Footnote 4: Nooo, we can't, there's too many of us now!]
[Footnote 6: You always were insane]
[Footnote 4: Yes.]
[Footnote 6: Go in peace.]
[Footnote 4: Yes *leaves*]
[Footnote 1: Well, that settles that. Who's up for a game of multiplayer Tetris Warz, the new thing in RPG-Action-FPS-Flight Simulators? *begins a game*
[Foonotes: YAY!]
And there was much rejoicing, and odd beeping sounds, and verily did the footnotes play round upon round, until they realised they had no source of oxygen and died, making a very odd situation for wendy to explain to her parents in the morning.
No, I'm not drunk. I'm freelance. But I don't do kid's parties.
I'm not part of the Melbourne crowd either, I met everyone at Open Diary as Glassfish before it turned into small pink mushrooms with a taste for the moolah... I have a sneaking suspiscion (90% certain) that Jen and I go to the same Uni, but that would be too weird. Too too weird. I'd have to like, freak out and everything. And upon admitting that, I'll probably manage to somehow bump into her in the next few weeks and say something incredibly bizarre and do the embarrassment thing. It'd be odd, seeing I don't know her (uh, you, apply whichever) as well as Ben and such, I'd be all like "Kzpthlt," and the conversation wouldn't go too far. Although I could ask about that cool hairdresser I think Jen wrote about in one of her OD entries about a year ago ^^;
Chocolate makes nearly anything taste good, even streetlamps, though I have not had the opportunity to test this yet. I am currently undergoing discussions with the local council to ratify this, but they are strangely deaf to my pleas. Maybe it's because... nah, humans don't need air to breathe anyway.
So.
Is it just me, or do other people here want to smile in a slightly fuzzy way about Adam-and-Zoeness? Well, it might just be me, I get fuzzy smiles easily (moustache jokes will be tolerated, but I thought of them first, wahahaha) about, uh... stuff. I've been in a really good mood lately too. Kinda thinking about my past a lot, and realising how lucky I am to be doing the stuff I am with the people I am today (Could anyone be more annoyingly unspecific and family-show values-embodiying? Yes. Yes they could. But they're not here right now. you can leave a message for them after the beep though).
I have this thing for turning whatever I was going to say into mildly amusing (well, mildly something anyway) blibberish whenever I start getting too specific. I think I'm having lingual commitment fears. (Hmm, that conjurs an image of the pasta-eating scene from Lady and the Tramp, but never mind the way my brain wanders)
I feel like typing more, but at the moment I feel strangley empty without that much I want to say. More interested in recieving information right now. Or maybe it's because I spent the whole afternoon talking. Only You Have the Answer.
[Footnote: I go to Murdoch Uni. In Perth. Yeah.]
[Footnote 2: Zoinks!]
[Footnote 3: The proportion of jokes about breasts to jokes about operating systems to jokes about other stuff on www.knowplace.org is about 70%:28%:2% How quaint.]
[Footnote 4: There are too many feet. Two of you must die so that the stronger may survive.]
[Footnote 5: Why can't we just share?]
[Footnote 4: Nooo, we can't, there's too many of us now!]
[Footnote 6: You always were insane]
[Footnote 4: Yes.]
[Footnote 6: Go in peace.]
[Footnote 4: Yes *leaves*]
[Footnote 1: Well, that settles that. Who's up for a game of multiplayer Tetris Warz, the new thing in RPG-Action-FPS-Flight Simulators? *begins a game*
[Foonotes: YAY!]
And there was much rejoicing, and odd beeping sounds, and verily did the footnotes play round upon round, until they realised they had no source of oxygen and died, making a very odd situation for wendy to explain to her parents in the morning.
No, I'm not drunk. I'm freelance. But I don't do kid's parties.
