Yessirs and gentleman, this prestigious day marks inexactly one year and two days since the creation of my Live Journal. Now I know what you're thinking to yourselves. You're thinking "My underwear itches. I really shouldn't have put that... Oh god! He's reading my mind! Quick! Do something! Stop reading! Gyah! ..... has he stopped? No!
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You Fucking Pansy!
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"Psst... hey, dude, I dare you to walk all the way over there and touch Old Man Wes's letterbox."
"What?! No way, man!"
"Aww, come on, fag."
"No, dude, that's bullshit. If you were my friend you wouldn't fucking ask me to do that."
"Don't be a fuckin' pussy, just go touch the letterbox and I'll give you five bucks."
The second boy grumbles and begins the walk up the weedy road to where the dark house stands, the twisted claws of the oaks in the front yard wreathing its dusty eaves in shadow. The letterbox is halfway up the driveway.
The boy's hands are shaking when he reaches the gate, but he opens it silently and quickly dodges into the yard, arm outstretched for the letterbox.
Suddenly a dark shape smashes through one of the windows, screaming "Help! Help! Someone's put Derryn in my coffee!"
The boys scream and sprint back down the street, collapsing in a heap several blocks away where they cry between strangled pants.
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Uh, anyway, ask Laura, she's the one who's all like "Oh his journal entries are funny but I'm scared to comment on them because I don't have anything clever to say!"
Actually, you know, I can understand her fear. After all, you know where she lives. She's probably going to open the front door one day to find you standing there doing the "You're a bloody idiot." glare thing.
That glare thing IS pretty intimidating.
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You mean you don't? Aw man, thanks for shattering all my illusions. Here I thought you were some sort of genius of off-the-cuff pieces of fictional inanity. Actually, "inanity" probably isn't the word I want there, but it's one of my most favouritest words, so it's staying. Mind you, the idea that you put thought into these things does explain an awful lot, especially when compared to my own natterings.
Anyway, ellipses rock.
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