| Moments from today. |
Dec. 13th, 2005|10:11 pm |
[06:33:21 PM] Stevie: what was the nightmare?
[06:33:58 PM] Shoulder Angel: it's hard to explain, from the small parts i remember now.
[06:34:47 PM] Stevie: try :P unless you dont want to
[06:35:24 PM] Shoulder Angel: somebody understood the way i think and what i think about.
[06:36:50 PM] Stevie: whats wrong with that?
[06:37:07 PM] Stevie: isnt that a good thing? so you wouldnt get pissed off at us half teh ntikme?
[06:37:51 PM] Shoulder Angel: your typing made no sense at the end of that, but i understand what you're trying to say.
[06:37:54 PM] Shoulder Angel: maybe.
[06:38:11 PM] Stevie: hmmmm
[06:38:37 PM] Stevie: id actually think its quite cool if i became friends wikth a person where we share thoughts... like in althalus
[06:38:47 PM] Stevie: although you didnt specify it was a friend :P oh well
[06:38:50 PM] Stevie: mmm cat
[06:38:59 PM] Stevie: riding in hood
[06:39:03 PM] Shoulder Angel: heh
[06:39:54 PM] Shoulder Angel: the reason that ot was a nightmare was becuase they gained this understanding through a series of events that very much resembled an exorcism
[06:40:20 PM] Stevie: *shudder*
[06:40:29 PM] Shoulder Angel: yah.
[06:41:07 PM] Stevie: you see i once hada dream where a person i knew understood waht i thpught and stuff but from a different way
[06:41:23 PM] Stevie: strangly it was after reading eddings late at night
[06:41:27 PM] Shoulder Angel: lol
Mm: I haven't played Animal Crossing since the 1st of December. So I'm now going through, and telling the game "Yes, I know it's the 13th. But it's really the 1st! It's really the 2nd! It's really the 3rd! You don't have to fill my house with cockroaches!" ...I'm up to "It's really the 9th!"
Matt: Yeah. When Pokemon Channel tries to do that, I tell it to shut up.
Mm: But Animal Crossing has a mole that yells at you if you make it obvious that you're messing with the game's time zones!
*Dad is looking through the calendar, trying to identify vet visits
Dad: Here we are; February 7th: Dogtor visit.
Mm: *Splutters* That... was... awful! *Wipes mouth* I am dribbling at the mouth in response to how awful that was!
Mum: ...Does that mean you're in a catatonic state?
Mm: THAT WAS EVEN WORSE!!!!!
*Mum reads out about Virgin's Santa Message System
*Mm sends 'Santa' an SMS, asking for "World Peace."
Mm: "Mmm, if my memory serves me right you were a little bit naughty this year... but you've just got much worse!! Pickled eggs for you this year! Santa."
*Laughter
Mum: (*To the tune of I Like Traffic Lights*) I like pickled eggs... I like pickled eggs... I like pickled eggs... Especially when I'm pickled...
Mm: Would you like me to find you the alcohol?
Mum: ...But then I might get pickled eggs...
*gigglefit*
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