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Ever get the urge to run into your room, slam and lock the door, turn on your stereo to blast Avenged Sevenfold and dialing up your mp3 player to Metallica, and just lay there on the floor with your feet braced against the door?
Geez, I thought I'd worked past this particular brand of angst in high school.
only one way to cure this madness.
DRUGSWEBCOMICS!
Gone With the Blastwave (not updated anymore, but that doesn't really matter)
note. My plan wouldn't work because a cat ate my earphone foam. My antipersonelle device is no longer seamless! ::woe::
::Actual Coversations I Have With My Computer::
I'm a Weighted Companion Cub- DIE. IN A FIRE.
Where the fuck is my 'Z'?
I hate you. Make with the dying.
I think that flailing your arms in the air like an octopus should be a signal for something in ASL. (and that something is: askldfhjgf)
I need to go back to reality now. (noooooooooooooooo!)
Geez, I thought I'd worked past this particular brand of angst in high school.
only one way to cure this madness.
Gone With the Blastwave (not updated anymore, but that doesn't really matter)
note. My plan wouldn't work because a cat ate my earphone foam. My antipersonelle device is no longer seamless! ::woe::
::Actual Coversations I Have With My Computer::
I'm a Weighted Companion Cub- DIE. IN A FIRE.
Where the fuck is my 'Z'?
I hate you. Make with the dying.
I think that flailing your arms in the air like an octopus should be a signal for something in ASL. (and that something is: askldfhjgf)
I need to go back to reality now. (noooooooooooooooo!)
