October 7, 2009 · 2 comments

Yes, it’s here again:

Your opportunity, dear reader, to express yourself in the comments section.  It’s WAY late and I’ve been up for a while writing to people who aren’t you.  I haven’t been emotionally cheating on you, I swear.  Cross my heart.

So.  Anything goes today.  Just try to stay away from internet dating advice and references to my genitals.  As always, hyperbolic statements about my awesomeness are always welcome.

Possible Blog-Comment Topics:

  1. Thunder
  2. AC/DC
  3. Wankers
  4. Melancholia
  5. pr0n
  6. Germination
  7. Native Americans
  8. Cupholders
  9. Power Tools
  10. Cicadas
  11. Chocolate
  12. Hybrids
  13. Ted’s Uber-l337-|\|355

{ 2 comments… read them below or add one }

BRIAN October 7, 2009 at 09:57

I’ve got nothing to say. I don’t even know what 4, 5, 8, 10, and 13 are. AC/DC sucks ass I’m listening to 8ball right now on Pandora radio. Wait the song just changed to Luis Vargas. I listen to Dominican music now at work because of a coworker. Sometimes I find myself dancing out of nowhere. It’s wierd. I think I’m a Wanker but I’m not entirely sure. Is germination a disease or does it have to do with German pride? I think Native Americans are lucky because they get cheap cigarettes. I’ve been called a power tool before which isn’t a compliment. I can’t wait for Halloween for all the free chocolate I’m gonna get. I will be trick or treating at the age of 32. I don’t know what I’m gonna dress up as maybe a Liger which is a hybrid animal.


Being Samiantha October 7, 2009 at 11:32

It will be random and cover a few topics.

3. MY friend Eviltwin (guest blogger) has without warning deleted me from msn, facebook and any other form of contact…reason?…. new g/f? Or decided he no longer liked me, who knows but there was never any indication we werent getting along. WANKER!

So while I give myself a day to reflect and permission to be a little melancholy over the loss of a friend, I’m going to eat ridiculous amounts of chocolate while driving around in a hybrid blasting AC/DC and will come home and do a Native American rain dance and provoke a cloud over his head for a while not allowing the germination of his shitty attitude to affect me more than the one day I’m allowing myself to wallow.


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