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Tuesday, January 11, 2005


She cried..
..But that's a good thing. Pixie time, everyone. Yeah, I made her cry. We were having our usual very long chat. She felt tired so she said. "Now I must have my beauty rest, so my mom tells me." Me, being the dorky dude I am said, "You must have been asleep till I first met you." She didn't respond for two minutes and when she did she told me she was crying. I was about to strangle myself for doing something so stupid but at the time, I didn't understand that it was a good thing (Stupid me). She told me that she hadn't heard anything so sweet for a long time. It was a genuine 'awww' moment. Heh. I'm hopeless. She asked me for a drawing of anything. I told her I'd surprise her. I gotta think of someting quick. (Eeeps!)

I'm glad you people are intrigued about my magic concoction the other day. I too believe it's the Baileys. Sweet, sweet Baileys.I'd prefer that over chocolate milk any time!

I drummed for 3 hours straight today. My little sister walked in and ask if I was tired yet. I told her I'll never be tired. So she gave me the finger (which I have no idea where she learned that from...). So I prepared to chase her down. In a slight fit of rage, I slipped and cut my arm on something in my room. My room is messy as hell so I've no idea what cut me. I haven't seen my floor in months.

So I went to the washroom for a bit of first aid. First I sopped up the blood with toilet paper, then I grabbed a bottle of this cleansing, anti-bacterial wash stuff. It said on the bottle "hurt-free". BULLSHIT! That acid burned like the devils spit! Hurt-free my ass! Stupid lying bottle. I threw it at my sister. Closed of course, I don't want her to burn up too. *grumbles* Lousy thing...

My friends are silently battling each other for my drummingness. One friend (who is supposedly in our original band) is asking that I join him and his stupid 14 year old band (no offense to 14 year olds) for a battle of the bands that they will be participating in. They're bribing me with Sake, Korean BBQ and CD's upon CD's of hentai. I'm just as boggled as you are. I'd like the first two please but I won't play for you guys. My other friend is asking that I stay loyal to what we as a group started. He's doesn't have to bribe me because he's given me enough as it is. Man, how should I break it to the other guy that I don't want to play anywhere near his little band of 'tards and turds. Those people make me sick.

I was just handed a late Christmas present from my aunt by my mom. They are silky soft pajama top and pants. Man these things are snuggly beyond recognition. I wouldn't mind being buried like this (Of course I'd have to be dead first, you morbid fool.)

Well, have a great day. Cheers.


- nine -

P.S. It was a guitar pick that cut me. I just saw blood on it. (Eww.)

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