| Current mood: | That was crappiest rant ever |
Oh shit! I gotta 13 minutes to formulate a rant!!!
Okay, with the aid of Bliss for reminding me to rant, I've kept my word! Ranting 'Next Wednesday'! Hey, would that be considered part of the rant? Or how 'bout that? Ah, well, before we end up in an endless spiral of wonder as toward what qualifies as a part of a rant, I must say: Do you have any idea how hard it is to type with an ice cream cone in one hand? Ah, I'm sure most of you do... Fatasses... Hahaha... And I was gonna rant about the fact that no one comments, but Jadie commented, that rantation material theif! Ah well, I've got other stuff like... The fact that... Ummm... Fuck, eight minutes! I'd already been typing for five minutes? Fuck, I am a slow typist, and these IMs aren't help me!!! AIM!! Freeze!!! Fun, I'm talking to inanimate objects... No, it's not even an object!!! What *is* AIM? Other than a program I mean, is it a digital entity? A massage therapist? Perhaps the very essence of communication! The world may never know. Four minutes. Oh my. Oh, wait, that's six minutes. Fuck, I can't add or subtract. Oh hey, Inu-Yasha's over, that's just about the only part of it I saw... Yep.. Five minutes... Wait, now I just realized I'd have to post *before* midnight, not AT midnight... Three minutes. And I realized I can simply rant about time!! Time doesn't fly when you're having fun... That's all a lie... Time... Is an ass, it never passes when you want it to, and to use another well-hated analogy, time willfly when pigs fly. Yeah... And analogy has 'anal' in it... Wheeheehee... Not that I care... Really... ... ... Fuck you. I dunno what else to say anymore! Time's ticking away, and I feel like there's a bomb, and somehow typing lotsa bullshit will cause it to stop... One minute. Ah, red wire or blue wire?! FISSION MAILED!! AH!!!
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