|its not rape if you own them.
||[Nov. 30th, 2004|09:06 pm]
|||||modes rodentia- merovingian||]|
just the boys hanging round the store finishing off a twelve pack of amstel light. david & christopher have been working on their group nanowrimo. peter & i have been uh, running the front of the store. i'm kinda a-glower about the neopets servers being busy- i want a shot at the zombie soldiers, you dig? um, what the fuck is everyone talking about? i think c.s. lewis' silver chair was mentioned, or maybe that was just me. we're so tied down, so loud. rolling back & forth on the floor, crawling back & forth, clawing back & forth. so its so jump & scowl around here! we're boys, so we bare fangs & beat our chests. oh & i'm listening to modest mouse & well hell lets fuck with the novel's word count! oh dammit we've been caught, okay. lets do something predictable or something! or um, whose packing heat? no one brought a gun? you dumb bunch of niggers. (oh fuck david got white castle & then said "whoo is this fun! i'm a little giddy i guess").