[on declining bush support a few weeks back] there is only hope if the bleeding heart liberals don't vote for the green party. like they did last time. and that put bush in the oval office. damn green party... stupid bleeding hearts.... be STRONG! SUCK IT and vote democrat! No matter how painful... oh so painful...
[on lj] My blog isn't assaulted by peeps, it's anonymous, it doesn't bomb, it loads quick, and is an energizer bunny on its' off days.
[on anti-frenchism] maybe we'll learn to speak english properly in class, vs. the most popular choice: french. parlez vous fromage?
[on my lj colors] Only lavish praise? Hmmmmm.... it needs lime green. Erm! I mean! Oh how the multifaceted tones of blue doth move my soul to sing. A song of mellifluous harmony, reminiscent of hawaiian waves of electric azure. How can such cerulean sapphire pixels inspire such joy and rapture?
Dance, Smacky, dance in ultramarine ecstacy!
YOUR horoscope for the day:
You will be traumatized by an episode with a stapler, tonight. You will be unable to even look at a stapler for several weeks, without trembling.
Your horoscope for the day:
Twelve freshly cut rods (made from ash) will be found in a peculiar pattern on the lawn. Two large black crows will watch you solemnly from the top of a parked VW Microbus. The weather will turn colder, and the air, although clear, will seem grey. Don't worry, though, it's probably nothing.
Remember that those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Normally that's not a big deal, but since your soc. class just changed its name to "The Mongol Horde", you might take notice.
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I now feel compelled to post a comment in your lovely journal, deary.
*ahem* You'll like today's horoscope. Your stars are all... happy... and... in the right order and stuff:
You will hear a mysterious "whapping" sound as you are passing by a church today. Curiosity will get the better of you, and you will peek inside. To your relief you will discover it's only the nuns, playing a quick game of dodge-ball.