I realized recently that I name a lot of my stuff.
why? I have no idea.
I guess it entertains me to be able to say "where's Daisuke?" instead of "where's my iPod?"
because its totally cooler and everyone takes me seriously that way and immediately sets about trying to find Daisuke for me, thinking he's an important diplomat or something, and I can just sit there watching TV while I wait.
obviously.
well, once I noticed this, it made me all happy and stuff, because its just one more reason why I'm better than everyone else.
you heard me.
here are some examples of this amazingly creepy and weird hobby I have:
this is my vibraphone, Zephyr.

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by the way, I commented on Moog (from Mental Poo)'s post about......well, here. check it out yourself and guess what? he commented back! (read his post first, it will make more sense)
I've watched National Geographic shows about pygmies and understood more.
so I figured since I pretty much never get comments on my stuff, you guys are probably just a bit nervous about it. you're probably thinking: what if she never reads it? or if she hates my comment so much that she verbally abuses me over the interwebs?!?!?!
why? I have no idea.
I guess it entertains me to be able to say "where's Daisuke?" instead of "where's my iPod?"
because its totally cooler and everyone takes me seriously that way and immediately sets about trying to find Daisuke for me, thinking he's an important diplomat or something, and I can just sit there watching TV while I wait.
obviously.
well, once I noticed this, it made me all happy and stuff, because its just one more reason why I'm better than everyone else.
you heard me.
here are some examples of this amazing
this is my vibraphone, Zephyr.
and yes, he is the bestest vibe ever. I know you're jealous.
and these are my skateboards, Zane and Mizuno. (all my things have such spectacular names...)

last but not least, here are the dinos. they are supa hardcore. (see how gangsta I am? remember, I'm part black....)
yes, they are flippin rad. no, you can't have them.
sorry.
by the way, I commented on Moog (from Mental Poo)'s post about......well, here. check it out yourself and guess what? he commented back! (read his post first, it will make more sense)
wow. thats almost an entirely different language.
maybe THEY should be the ones in kindergarten....
ireland: ALMOST an entirely different language?
I've watched National Geographic shows about pygmies and understood more.
so I figured since I pretty much never get comments on my stuff, you guys are probably just a bit nervous about it. you're probably thinking: what if she never reads it? or if she hates my comment so much that she verbally abuses me over the interwebs?!?!?!
well, good news. I won't verbally abuse you (all the time...), and I read all my comments, so no worries (maybe I'll even comment back)!
so.......comment on my posts before I find you and eat your first-born child!!!!
or I might, ya know, like get all pms-y and whine all the time about how no one loves me.
the usual stuff.




6 comments:
haha this is funny and there is nothing wrong with naming everything :)
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I tried commenting on your stuff once, but the window that pops up to handle the word ver made it impossible to enter the word, thus rendering my abilities to drop nuggets of wisdom about Notre Dame's ethnic makeup moot.
So, that may be another reason why you don't get many comments.
As you can see here and above...the word ver window issues have been fixed.
yeah, nova told me about the word verification thing, its one of the reasons I changed my layout/template
You're welcome, Ireland. And you should definitely tell about the secret love affair between Juneau and I....
gross. no one wants to hear about that.
don't even want to hear about that.....
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