So I found this fun little test. Don't tell me any of the answers! I only need 7 more and then I'll feel like I've done something with my life.

It is a beautiful day.

Tralala.

...La!

=^^=

( He wears a silly little frown, but that does not stop him from prancing. )

The ass hats next door still have not gone to bed. Whut the fuck. It is fucking Wednesday. Who the hell stays up all fucking Wednesday night?

At least they have stopped knocking on the wall.

There is absolutely no reason why I should be grumpy, but I am.

(That is all.)

It seems that the real problem is when Life drinks your lemonade.

I've been trying for like an hour to figure out well the hell key this dumb piece is in, drawing little diagrams and everything, and after all this time, I noticed that the piece is titled "Fantasia in C minor." I want to slap myself in the face, but I'm too narcissistic.

Yesterday was my last day of work. It wasn't so bad, except that it was soooo very never-endingly busy, and then I got this guy who was like, "Yeah, I'd like 13 kids' meals," and I laughed appreciately and I waited for him to tell me what he really wanted, and like a half a minute of awkward silence passed, and realization slowly dawned on me that ( Read more... )

It occurred to me that it's Monday night, and I hadn't even checked Postsecret yet...! (It also occurred to me that I've always misspelled the word "occurred.")

Seriously, Frank? A clip show? The internet is no place for hokey sitcoms. Boo.

So yeah, everybody hates me. I can't imagine why, except that I never talk, and then when I do I use words like "enigmatic" and "glum," which are apparently too difficult for normal people to understand. (Glum?? Honestly...) The more I open my mouth the more I realize that I really ought not to ( Read more... )

There's got to be like 6-billion-some angels sitting in some giant room in heaven writing screenplays for everybody's lives. Granted, that would undermine the whole free will thing, and as much as I believe that fatalism is hooey, it's just so much cuter to picture a bunch of shiny little people sitting at little typewriters with their wee angelic ( Read more... )