Me: I just drank hotsauce.
Now I'm dying.
^-^;;;

David: Nooooo!!!!!!
*saves you*

Me: There's no saving me from the spicy.
*dies*

David: *healing*
Thank goodness I'm a druid

Me: Rez me!
I need to respawn!

David: Crap
I need to go back to town and buy a reagent
Lemme Hearth really quick
Okay
Got it
Coming back

Me: XD

David: *twenty minutes later*

Me: Hurry!

David: Okay, rezed!

Me: Yay!
*dies again*
Fucking hot sauce was camping my corpse!

David: Yeah, they respawn after all that time
Thankfully, I have extra reagents
but I'm a druid
So we have to wait a half hour

Me: *sighs*
Yeah, yeah.

David: Srry

Me: Hang on, lemme see if anyone in my guild will rez me...
....
Nope.

David: ill check my friends list
dam, no ones online

Me: /yell NEED REZ IN HOTSAUCE ZONE

David: /yell ollyollyoxynfree!
ill whisper teh palys

Me: XD
David... We're no nerdy....

David: Gosh, you even made me revert to the 7331speak

Me:*preens* I have that effect on most men.

David: You do?

Me: You have no idea.
It's teh pwn.

"So are you going to gratuate?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"...June 8th..."
"Huh..."
"...Why?"
"I'm not going to be there."
"....Ah."

Prom was lovely.

Too bad there was a nightmare waiting for me in the morning.

How the fuck do you lose a GODDAMN busdriver?!?!

DAd just accidently gave me peanuts.
I'm out ofr the night, guys.
<3

So make me promises, boy, the kind I know you can't keep.
And while I'm losing my mind, I hope you're home finding sleep.

Dad: You know what we don't have?
Me: Oh! Yeah! One of those little asian massuse people who like... walks on your back and stuff!
Dad: ...
Mom: ...
Dad: Well, I was going to say orange sherbet, but I like the way you think.

ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?! THE WEBSITE IS DOWN?! WHAT THE HELL! WHAT IS THIS SHIT!

Super: Okay
So I keep mixing, "Stop! Hammertime!"
With Fergies, "Stop! Check it out!"
So I get, in Hammer's voice, "Stop! Hammertime!" Then in Fergies, "Baby, baby, baby... etc."
Or


Rachel: C_c... That's..
incredable.


Super: In Hammer's voice, "Stop! Check it out."
OMG! I could totally make it, "Stop! Hammer's out!" And then pick up with Fergie. ^^;;

If you were trapped on a desert island and could only bring one person along, who would it be:

A. the irrational choice everyone always chooses - their boyfriend or girlfriend. You know, the couples which would NEVER last if they were confined to a desert island, and wont last anyway, because we're kids, and none of it lasts. And besides, there's only so much hormonal teenage things you can do before sand gets where you don't want it and you get bored. Also they don't know shit about surviving on an island anyway.

B. The logical choice no one ever chooses - The leader of a search and rescue team, some PHD of getting-yourself-found-when-you're-lost, the guy who lived in the book Hatchet. The one that would make sure that even though you're stuck on a desert island, you're not going to stay that way. Why does no one pick him?


I want to get trapped on a desert island with you...
Perhaps we could trade off reading Dante.

They whisper behind her back - she's sure of it. Not really paranoia, but something of the same vein. Maybe it's shame, even though she shouldn't feel it, she flushes with it. They watch her, and it feels like everyone knows, even though no one does. "They say she dressed up," they must whisper to eachother. "They say she crawled into his lap. Crawled!" And she presses her hands to her face and feels herself burn, reaching out and protesting weakly, "no... That's not how it happened." but they just stare at her and look away, disregaurd her. "She's just making it all sound worse so she doesn't have to take responcibility," they mutter to one another.
And she feels so very lost.

By the way:
25 Years by Blackmore's Night is a pretty catchy Celtic song. :)

And also - Arthur is an aadvark, right? But he's also an antho. So do you think he should have two nipples, or six? He's drawn with none, but this cannot be correct.
Discuss.