I lide! A pair aunt lee my spell inghas dee teary or ated. O whale, I have bin noen 2 sA tings taht pee pole doen tall ways lis sent to En E wA. I doent meen 2 B rood, butt I doent reelee kare wut U tink. So yah...*
That one's for Kearsten if she ever gets the guts to get on this. I have to confess. What I said is true. I did lie. I'm a failure at reviving my writing with vigor. So, as a result, I have to attempt to do better now. Sew, hear gos!
I did my Eagle Project yesterday. Now it has become my goal, nay, my duty to do the paperwork. Now I love paper. I wouldn't usually say this, but...I love it so much, I'd rather leave it unscathed by evil pens and their nasty sticky ink. But, apparently that's not my decision. So, I will relent to the constant prodding of Scott Jones and write on the poor innocent paper.
Nope...that was cheesy, but not my kind of professional cheese. Let me have another try.
What is the meaning of life?
Had to stop...not going down that road.
"How much woo would a woo chi chi if a woo chi woo chi woo?" Now may be wondering what the answer is to this question. However, by substituting woo and chi with peanut and sniff, we find a dilemma. The result of the switch is "How much peanut would a peanut sniff sniff if a peanut sniff peanut sniff peanut?"
Just weird....how about including a monkey?
There I was, standing in a middle of a rain forest. Last I remembered, I had been laying in bed, but now, I was in a rain forest. Not only was I in the rain forest, but I was near a trees. I was in the midst of, be ready, a forest!
Drama, not my forte...I try comedy! I do me comedy good me! Me caveman! Me smarter than other caveman on floor sniffing the nukus.
Once there was a younger lad. Let's call him John. John wasn't an average Joe. He wasn't even a Joe. John was a Smith. John Smith to be exact. John was an intelligent caveman. Intelligent enough, in fact, he created a time traveling device. This device was a little imperfect, which unavoidably resulted in his being stuck in modern day. He doesn't remember his past, but as the narrator, I know, and will continue to refer to things he doesn't know.
John was a stupid lad. Now one might think that is harsh, but I retort it is not. He is an idiot. For heaven's sake, he thought he'd get something productive out of the death of Robert Joe. Had it not been for his jealousy of Robert's shiny screen closing thingy, also known as a laptop, Robert would have finished typing up his "Solution to Cancer" paper.
Sequels aren't my thing either. Well, not with as random a story as the "Death by Lack of Dropbox" story... still, that's a good read. Good enough, in fact, I'll put a link to it as the conclusion of this post...BRILLIANT!
Writing Deserving To Go Down In The Packages Of True Stories Of The Past On Paper **
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Translation to the pronounciating impaired:
I lied. Apparently my spelling has deteriorated. Oh well, I have been known to say things that people don't listen to anyway. I don't mean to be rude, but I don't really care what you think. So yeah...
**
Translation to the connection impaired:
Writing Deserving To Go Down In The History Books
That one's for Kearsten if she ever gets the guts to get on this. I have to confess. What I said is true. I did lie. I'm a failure at reviving my writing with vigor. So, as a result, I have to attempt to do better now. Sew, hear gos!
I did my Eagle Project yesterday. Now it has become my goal, nay, my duty to do the paperwork. Now I love paper. I wouldn't usually say this, but...I love it so much, I'd rather leave it unscathed by evil pens and their nasty sticky ink. But, apparently that's not my decision. So, I will relent to the constant prodding of Scott Jones and write on the poor innocent paper.
Nope...that was cheesy, but not my kind of professional cheese. Let me have another try.
What is the meaning of life?
Had to stop...not going down that road.
"How much woo would a woo chi chi if a woo chi woo chi woo?" Now may be wondering what the answer is to this question. However, by substituting woo and chi with peanut and sniff, we find a dilemma. The result of the switch is "How much peanut would a peanut sniff sniff if a peanut sniff peanut sniff peanut?"
Just weird....how about including a monkey?
There I was, standing in a middle of a rain forest. Last I remembered, I had been laying in bed, but now, I was in a rain forest. Not only was I in the rain forest, but I was near a trees. I was in the midst of, be ready, a forest!
Drama, not my forte...I try comedy! I do me comedy good me! Me caveman! Me smarter than other caveman on floor sniffing the nukus.
Once there was a younger lad. Let's call him John. John wasn't an average Joe. He wasn't even a Joe. John was a Smith. John Smith to be exact. John was an intelligent caveman. Intelligent enough, in fact, he created a time traveling device. This device was a little imperfect, which unavoidably resulted in his being stuck in modern day. He doesn't remember his past, but as the narrator, I know, and will continue to refer to things he doesn't know.
John was a stupid lad. Now one might think that is harsh, but I retort it is not. He is an idiot. For heaven's sake, he thought he'd get something productive out of the death of Robert Joe. Had it not been for his jealousy of Robert's shiny screen closing thingy, also known as a laptop, Robert would have finished typing up his "Solution to Cancer" paper.
Sequels aren't my thing either. Well, not with as random a story as the "Death by Lack of Dropbox" story... still, that's a good read. Good enough, in fact, I'll put a link to it as the conclusion of this post...BRILLIANT!
Writing Deserving To Go Down In The Packages Of True Stories Of The Past On Paper **
*
Translation to the pronounciating impaired:
I lied. Apparently my spelling has deteriorated. Oh well, I have been known to say things that people don't listen to anyway. I don't mean to be rude, but I don't really care what you think. So yeah...
**
Translation to the connection impaired:
Writing Deserving To Go Down In The History Books
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