| Tuesday, March 25, 2008 |
| What to do... |
to die today, at a minute or two till two.
a thing distinctly hard to say, but harder still to do.
What be to tat two at a quarter till two, at a rat-a-tat quarter till two.
And the dragon will come when he hears the drum.
At a minute or two till two today, at a minute..or two...till two.
Haha. That just came into my head for some reason.
Anywhooserwhatsit.
My cousins and Siblings are playing Rabid Burrito...
It never seems as much fun as it was the first time though.
Okay this is going o have to end short and sweet, because I gotta go eat. |
Slid down the rainbow at 5:23 PM  |
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My reply to the 1st part of that post: You were obviously high. But that's alright. Much like musicals, you always have one high post.
2nd Part: Oh, Rabid Burrito. It's definitely not as fun, because it's planned. I mean, spontaneous things are always more fun. Spontaneous things in the middle of the night, doubly so.
Woo, that sounded slightly...slutty.
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My reply to the 1st part of that post: You were obviously high. But that's alright. Much like musicals, you always have one high post.
2nd Part: Oh, Rabid Burrito. It's definitely not as fun, because it's planned. I mean, spontaneous things are always more fun. Spontaneous things in the middle of the night, doubly so.
Woo, that sounded slightly...slutty.