This is awesome! It takes random bits and pieces of former LJ entries and turns them into Haikus. Quite amusing. I shall list my favorites thusly:

Oh wow, the next one is good.

I like this one about my awesome presence:

Can you write a good meatloaf Catie?

And finally...

So I got a part in the play, ( Read more... )

Just when you stop looking, something amazing falls into your lap. Old adages are true! Who would have thought it ( Read more... )

So I was lying in bed the other night, mulling over the day, thinking about fun things. Then I remembered fondly late night IHOP excursions, buying foot long rubber cocks to hit people with, sitting on the back porch just talking over a cigarette, doing random militaryesque shit and long random drives. And it hit me ( Read more... )

I'm at the Underground Passage and I forgot to get HM 05 (aka Flash). Damnit. Well I'm not walking back to fucking Pewter City. I'll brave the dark.

Come to think of it, fuck the dark. I have a Gyarados!

Ugh. People sometimes. It's not that I don't understand them, it's that I can't believe how unbelievably moronic they can be at times. Honestly, some people I want to take and smack upside the head with a big stick of common sense. Others, I want to bludgeon to death with a bat. Maybe it's best that I stay away from all assorted clubs,maces, and ( Read more... )

So I was extremely bored tonight, and IMed Dave, telling him of my plight. In about 5 minutes we had worked out a plan. So Dave, Jake, Mary, Mike and myself went to see "Waiting" which is damned hilarious- Sam or Chris, if you're reading this then go see it. It's the funniest movie I've seen since Wedding Crashers or the 40 Year Old Virgin. And ( Read more... )

I didn't have a ride home from school tonight at 6, so I walked. Three and a half miles of road with no shoulder at twilight. I didn't get hit obviously. I guess God doesn't want me to die ( Read more... )

The Flyers fucking lost their fucking season opener against the fucking douchebag piece of shit Rangers, who gave one of our players a concussion and we never hit them back. Fuck, I feel like shit and I want to die. Fuck you New York.

Fuck.

Marcus Gallagher sat in his favorite chair the evening of the anniversary of his parents death, brooding. It was a rich scarlet with a high back, and made its occupants look like royalty. Indeed, Marcus resembled a defeated king that morning, as he sat hunched over. His face, normally a lively pink, was white and drained of all color and emotion. ( Read more... )

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