Hokay!
So, I'm in California, chillin' with The Katters (A villain), which I don't think many of you actually know.
'Cause I'm lazy.
Um. *laughing* Katters is taking dictation, so this may be slightly incoherent. Only slightly moreso than usual, though. Anyways.
Aw, crap. I couldn't understand that, you were laughing. I said let me type. You're allowed to put that in "quotes". Do you do the same thing for underlined?
No.
Apparently not. Random j because I hit the keyboard on accident. Sorry, by accident.j I wish I knew how Paulie made her little urrh face. Let me see it for a sec. I said sec. No sex! Too much punctuation in my soup.
Um. Allcaps. MEME. Dear everyone,
If you never see me again, it's because Katters killed me with her knife.
That's not actually true, it's my mum's knife.
I'm not actually going to get to this meme, am I? No, you should probably do a separate journal, eh? Apparently I'm canadian, now. Like Swing! I keep hitting return by habit. On habit?
Hit it wherever it seems aprBEEPajfd;GALA.
Appropriate. Okay!
Anyway. Jekyll and Hyde are going to kill us.
Nah, Jekyll'll make Hyde do us both. Err, kill us both. Insert Paulie's wonk face here.
:gonk:?
_ _
\(o_O)/
Yeah, that's not bad. Also, Paulie, White Spy is better than the Black Spy.
It's all lies. Greyspy wins.
Well, yeah, of course she does. But when it's just the two spies, when they're not too busy having sex, white spy is better than the black spy black spy is totally the wins. You're a horrible secretary. At least I didn't cut it out entirely. Ah-hen-ny-ways. I think I'm out of things to say. Out foe things to say? Doublereturn.
Yes, it's totally one word. As she was saying: I'm having fun I will talk to all of you later probably also my birthday is in two days stuff. There's a period between. Days and stuff. Now you sound like Shatner. William Shatner. Dr. Hyde and Mr. Shatner! Dr. Hasslehyde and Mr. Shatner. And Mr. Stabyouintheeyes? Or stab-hasslehoff-in-the-eyes? Well, no, give-him-sardine-and-jam-tea.
I made Sor fall over laughing. That's not hard. It's two thirty in the morning. Aha! You're on Cali-time now! Doublereturn.
No, no I'm really not. Whatever happened to that meme we were going to be talking about? Rather, you were going to be talking about? I thought you decided we should save it for a separate entry. Yes, but ... yeah, whatever. You do know people are going to think I'm completely schizophrenic, now? You're not? Or perhaps that's we're completely schizophrenic. Can I poke your eyeball?
No.
Why not?
Because I'm wearing glasses.
It's not like you have glass there to defend it.
I totally do.
That's not the eyeball I want to poke. Well, don't poke that one, either. Stop laughing at my nearmiss typoes. Stop typing 'pooke' and then fixing it. You want me to leave it as 'pooke'? That looks dirty. I must still be on J&H mode because I'm thinking 'Poole'. Pooke poole in the eyeboole. I did it again.
Yeah, okay, I'll do that. I wonder what would happen if you put a snake in a chinese finger-trap. That would be unbelievably cruel. Or two snakes. Yeeeeah. I-I-I-I can read it. You don't have to say it aloud. But it's more fun that way. And I am unbelievably cruel, I just You just what? I just hyde it very, very, very well. Yes, I'm sure you do. I meant hide with an eye, but that fits. Hyde has eyes.
Water!
I wasn't talking to you. Oh, you were talking to me? Water! Prepare to be drunk! Or maybe that's me. h gbthgbhgbhng Don't break the keyboard. But you broke Amanda's. I did no such ... oh, yes I did. You totally did. Yes, but I fixed it. Somehow I doubt you'd be able to fix this one, even sort of. It's spill proof and all that. Can I take it apart? No. Yeah, I got the emphasis. Emphasis is a fun word. You got the emphasis on the wrong syllable. Amanda does that, and that doesn't really work in text. You want to doubl-- ought to, not want to. Doublereturn, it's looking blocky. No. I'll doublereturn when I
want to and no sooner. I'm not so sure we're going to be able to tell what's going on when we look back on this. I give us a week. Starting three days ago. Someone remind us to look back at this in a week and see if we know what's going on. I probably will, but I don't think you will. I think I'll be able to tell because I'm the sensible one and my things make sense, sort of. A) Not when I'm typing them, and B) you may be the sensible one, but I've got the better memory. You do not. I do too. For things like this, at least, other things, my memory sucks arses. Does it? That's... interesting. Is your memory a whore or does it do it for free? It charges an emotional price. Fuck, I can't spell. You spell it eff you see kay. Except I didn't say "I can't spell 'fuck'", now did I? I blame the German in my soul. Your soul is a Nazi? No. Not even a little bit, sweetie. Is your soul a Nazi? Only to the extent that... no, not even a little. However, it shall be a Nazi or it shall not get a sweetie! What's that from? If you can't guess, I'm not going to tell you. Hitchhikers, Assassins, Jekyll & Hyde in some other really, really fucked up version (Dr. Jekyll & Ms. Hyde?) shrugs? Sweeney. Is it? No it's not. It totally is. Well, no, the nazi thing was just so the reference was relevant.
Doubelretern. Psst: You can't spell. Yeah, well neither can you, Ms. Disc. That was right! Still, though. Just because they can't spell either doesn't mean you can. We should probably finish typing this at some point and post it and kind of slink off and see what happens next.
Yeah, probably. It is 2:41 AM and counting. The clock is counting? No, the time is. You're staring at me. Yes, yes I am.Why? Because I don't blink. I feel like Stephen Hawking, but without the speak and spell. The cow goes Mu. The bread says toooooooast. You think I'm going to type that? Yes, that's why I dictated it. But I wasn't paying attention, you'll have to repeat it. But I don't remember what I said, it's your job to remember. I'm too busy remembering what the hell we're talking about. Aren't you the one with the beblah blah blah yadda yadda whatever. You're cruisin' for a bruisin', you know that, right? You're... uh. Yeah, whatever. Posty button? I'm in control of the keyboard, not the mouse. You can't steal th-- Mouses do not go in pants! *waggles eyebrows* Do I need to get that out of there? I'd rather you didn't. It's busy pleasuring me. Mouse! Prepare to be smoked! I am never ever using your computer again. It's just as well, Riin's all jealous. So, if I poke your crotch, will things happen on the screen? It depends on how hard you poke it, doll-face. Insert logical comment about hardness here. Sor, dear, I think we're just a teensy bit past being logical. Double
return. You can't do it in the middle, you said it was one word! At least put a hyphen in there, for god's sake! Have some decency? Is that how it's spelled? Decensy. Desenycdjsklf;d. Whatever. Fine! There's a built in spell check. Do you want me to fix it or not? Dou-
-return.ble. You sound like strongbad. Yes, I am fighting with the printer. Oh, yeah, we need to print out my flight stuff. But if we do that, you can leave. And if we don't, I can't go to college. Which is more important, college or me? Don't answer that. You are, sweetie. However. I was sort of directing the 'don't answer that' at your readers. What, like my mom? Yeah, her. And probably lots of other people, like the ones that don't know exactly who I am. There are people who don't know exactly who blah blah blah blah. I'm getting salt in my wrist wound, let's wrap this up like a tortilla. I've been saying that for a while, now, except the tortilla bit. Yes, well, I'm saying it now.
~Sorceress
PS: The mouse is no longer down my pants.
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