Friday, May 28
Hallowed Be Thy Name...
In what seemed like a moment of jubiliation, I wrote this on my return from my days wanderings. Evidently tho, I am very muchly mistaken. So, read ye now about "The One That Got Away"...
None of my guest updaters have sent me anything this week, so I would be fucked, did I not have something to write about myself.
Yep, I'm not going anywhere near the "life suxx!!!!11" brigade today, because this day, I do believe I'm not single.
Be forewarned, we have a "Cheese" forcast for today...
Today was, in fact, the very last day of school I will ever have to do ever again. Until I go to Uni. Or exams. Or leavers lunch. Or... oh shut up! The last academic day of school. Obviously, no one had any lessons, as time is better spent sorting out Prom tickets, leaving rotten fish in the common room, or just chilling on the field.
I fell into the latter category, chilling on the field with my bitches (Tiny1, K80, et cetera). Now, we all know my taste in women, and being on hugging terms with just about everyone, and flirting with roughly the same, it should not have been unsuprising for me to unleash Massive Chyld Tickling Attack on K80's sides at least once.
What was not expected was this tickle to turn into an extended cuddle. You know the sort, sitting wrapped around a girl. The sort of thing I haven't enjoyed for far too long.
Mysteriously, everyone who we were with started vanishing. Much of my crew went off to find our Head of Year to sort out Prom Tickets, Tiny1 went off to find them after they did not return, and eventualy, The Elusive Nick fled, scared by the rampant flirting.
And it turns out, everything I've ever hoped for is actually still quite true. My arguement that it's been too long since I've kissed a girl became comically invalid.
And that is where I draw my line opn what I'm spilling. You perverts.
There, not really funny, but fuck it, like I said two days ago, I love her. And so it seems, vice versa.
Now, other news. I'm not going to be here on Monday, I'm going to be a-visiting my granma. Therefore, I can't get Big Brother to do it. If a guest updater wants to step into the firing line, I'll sort it so that they can upload some witterings.
I've still had no word from Keenspace either, so it looks like the webcomic is still on hold. Fear not! I've written a load of material for it, and one day, it will exist! Don't knife me, I'm on a roll for crap...
On such a note, I'm off to praise the Goddess of Boobies for my babyklopian avatar. Spelling? Pass. You task for the weekend is to check my spelling of those words, find out what they mean, then giggle like a naughty school girl. Then sacrifice a goat. Hop to it!
None of my guest updaters have sent me anything this week, so I would be fucked, did I not have something to write about myself.
Yep, I'm not going anywhere near the "life suxx!!!!11" brigade today, because this day, I do believe I'm not single.
Be forewarned, we have a "Cheese" forcast for today...
Today was, in fact, the very last day of school I will ever have to do ever again. Until I go to Uni. Or exams. Or leavers lunch. Or... oh shut up! The last academic day of school. Obviously, no one had any lessons, as time is better spent sorting out Prom tickets, leaving rotten fish in the common room, or just chilling on the field.
I fell into the latter category, chilling on the field with my bitches (Tiny1, K80, et cetera). Now, we all know my taste in women, and being on hugging terms with just about everyone, and flirting with roughly the same, it should not have been unsuprising for me to unleash Massive Chyld Tickling Attack on K80's sides at least once.
What was not expected was this tickle to turn into an extended cuddle. You know the sort, sitting wrapped around a girl. The sort of thing I haven't enjoyed for far too long.
Mysteriously, everyone who we were with started vanishing. Much of my crew went off to find our Head of Year to sort out Prom Tickets, Tiny1 went off to find them after they did not return, and eventualy, The Elusive Nick fled, scared by the rampant flirting.
And it turns out, everything I've ever hoped for is actually still quite true. My arguement that it's been too long since I've kissed a girl became comically invalid.
And that is where I draw my line opn what I'm spilling. You perverts.
There, not really funny, but fuck it, like I said two days ago, I love her. And so it seems, vice versa.
Now, other news. I'm not going to be here on Monday, I'm going to be a-visiting my granma. Therefore, I can't get Big Brother to do it. If a guest updater wants to step into the firing line, I'll sort it so that they can upload some witterings.
I've still had no word from Keenspace either, so it looks like the webcomic is still on hold. Fear not! I've written a load of material for it, and one day, it will exist! Don't knife me, I'm on a roll for crap...
On such a note, I'm off to praise the Goddess of Boobies for my babyklopian avatar. Spelling? Pass. You task for the weekend is to check my spelling of those words, find out what they mean, then giggle like a naughty school girl. Then sacrifice a goat. Hop to it!
