So just for the sake of blogging, I guess I should write about my halloween.
It was nice. I went trick or treating. My girlfriend dressed up as a geisha, and so I had to be one too. Makeup and everything. I had a wig, but it got hair glue in it, so she threw it out.…And I thought it was embarrassing last year when I was dressed up as pikachu, and she was raichu…Or the year before, when I was an angel, and she was a weird devil fairy thing.Also, I'm 19. It's a little humiliating when you knock on the door, and there's some kid even younger than you, looking at you with disgust, standing there, declaring in a I-want-to-get-punched-in-the-face-by-two-geishas-at-my-door voice "heh, you're both the same thing" before dropping a chocolate bar BESIDE my pillow case (so it lands on the ground) and closing the door in our face.Miranda got a lot of compliments though. She was a cute little geisha.Can't really say the same for me…It was a windy halloween, and it kept blowing my kimono open like a bathrobe. When it did that, it looked like I was just some freak in makeup wearing a bathrobe, so I had to cosntantly "close" the kimono. If I'm going to be wearing makeup, it had better have some context. >_<Anyway, I haven't written here in a long time. Been so fuckin' busy with life.Someday I'll have to procrastinate from school for a little while and write about my BB gun shoot outs in my office and stuff.Oh yeah, and I play drums now. Edit: Looking back, I should have dressed up as a pimp. "trick, get me mah treat"
After finally exhausting the Earth's food supply Melee was forced to eat himself.
Yeah, can you put someone else in charge so, you know, they can actually fix stuff?
Oh, I heard one of the things only you could fix was install the PHP image library and increase the filesize max upload limit (it's 1MB now I think).@GHG: lol
@dabridge: "only fsx can do it" is kabob's excuse for "it can't be done". Think about it.Also, I definately have to look into fixing that. I"ll have to write that on a post it when I get home.You see, I write everything on post it notes, in the hopes that a stiff breeze will not only give me a boner, but it will also blow all my work away, leaving me free.…Free to use my boner…My brain asploded
But yeah, good luck getting things fixed. I would offer my help but I don't think I could help much.holy cow you're alive.
So was my five-year-old sister.
Whatchu sayin' obel.