mei

i'm talking with people in my OWN house on aim. it's fun, and it makes me talk kind of funny, so if i sound strange-like please excuse.

i made up a story about a spelunker that likes to wear women's underwear and a construction hat with a light on the front. he found a zebra in his harpsichord one day so he made a pair of hotpants. totally, desu yo..

i'm not working but instead of being a guilty unhappy not working i'm having fun. talking on paper is fun. puns are fun.
merf en erk en erker =
merf on an irkin narcer..
now if you can translate THAT you rock.
i'm all hyper feeling
we ate at red-robin tonight.. we NEVEr eat chain-american hamburger food, but the boyos went out tonight and shot guns and ate at a logging restaurant
so me and my friend went shopping and got strawberry daquaris
fun

i need to go turn cartwheelies or something.. spin around and around and then fall down. *thump*

or just actually start working - that's a better idea
i was going to work all day
but i'm a slacker
slacker
slacker

ok
i think i've been hyperactive at you for long enough
fluff
tough
cuff
stuff
maybe not, i don't know. amazing what fingers do if you cut the connection between brain or hands. or maybe just take the toolboths out.

love and ickymickysicklykisses to all





woo woo woo!

edited to say: oh fuck! my boyo says that because i haven't done any work today he's shutting off SG for the WHOLE HOUSE for awhile.. i can probably visit every once in awhile, but no more daily communication for a bit. probly good because my thesis is due in two weeks... i'll keep you updated every so often..