A friend of mine introduced me to this little gem:
My friend is one of of those types. You know, wholesome church campfire gatherings where everyone hugs and cries, but you keep getting the distinct feeling that one of those big, hairy guys hugging you might be a murderer... oh, and everything has to be Christian. Christian rap, Christian shoes, Christian votive candles, Christian web browsers, they'll only eat chicken raised with basic Christian beliefs...
Anyway, I've been sick for about a week. Luckily, we've got school off tomorrow, so I can sleep a lot. Damn this cold! It rattles my ribcage like a bird trying to escape from it's cage!
Wow, improvised metaphor. Awesome.
I've started my NaNoWriMo. I know everyone must be sick of hearing about NaNo, but I'll just mention it super quick. I'm also putting it up on Mibba, and it can be found here. It's a rewrite of my oldie but goodie, 788, which actually is not a goodie, so you should just read the new one instead because the original is unfinished and it sucks. Besides, my new one is steampunk and has guys in straitjackets.
This question will sound really bizarre, but where could one, theoretically, buy a straitjacket? I was thinking ebay...
That damn song is going to be stuck in my head all night now. It's five-tweezah, KJ five-tweezah, that's what my friends just call me... Now it's stuck in your head.
You're welcome.
Cheers,
Puck.
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