February 11th, 2003
(while I wouldn't ordinarily bite on a gothyou'reit game, i can't resist this)
Oh me, users brains must be musty, with their woeful tales of stupidity incarnate.
where is my dark goth-in-tarnished-armor to take me away from all this? back into the night where I belong?
My unwanted and unasked for task: I am a shedder of light into the dark recesses of unused brains, cleaning up the cobwebs that I would much rather leave in place, illuminating the unworthy.
would that I could crawl back into my own dark recesses and leave them to their own mortality. but it is not in my destiny to do so, I must move on, tormented as i am by the specters of demented users.
prosicated, goth, you're it! :-p
music: office chatter
lol! you're a natural. are you sure you haven't gothed before?
*glares at you*
now change that glare to a glower, and you are just begging to be tagged again...
*laughter* LJ may be programmed as intelligently as a boxful of rocks and dead turtles, but it's much more entertaining than that other community site.
You-all obviously hate your jobs every bit as much as i.
See, i have this other web journal that you can't read, and it claims to be part of a community site, but you rarely get a good or even silly conversation going there and i think the reason LJ has so much silliness is because you-all are sitting at your desks making me laugh all day instead of working which must mean you-all hate your jobs as much as i hate mine and also means this is a really long run-on sentance which probably doesn't explain anything.
LJ is great in the community respect.
as much or as little of it as you want.
although you got chucked right in the middle of it here, since we were all here before. ;o)
no choice for you! socialize!!!!
Oh no! Gasp, not that! Because you're horrible horrible people and i would *never* talk to you in real life, let alone online.
|Date:||February 11th, 2003 01:41 pm (UTC)|| |
This reminds me of the time we made frosh read REALLY BAD goth poetry for hell week. It was last year, I was helping some sophomores out...
Now see, this is *exactly* what i was talking about before.
Who the hell are *you*? (And i ask that in the nicest possible way.) The number of unknown Mawrtyrs kicking around here drives me absolutely batty.
why that would be short evil jen! the satanist.
or is that satinist... yeah. satin's silky...
you two may never have met...
if you have, I bite my tounge.
|Date:||February 12th, 2003 08:56 am (UTC)|| |
I am Short Evil Jen, class of '03. I was the Grand Vizir of Bavaria before I decided that I was the only worthy one that hadn't graduated and banished it.
Right. We most likely met by way of Rocky. Or the Robin Hood Play, or something similarly ribald and silly.
|Date:||February 11th, 2003 04:30 pm (UTC)|| |
I'm still suprised no one made Ruth read that Purple Lake of Desolation poem from the Onion for Hell Week. She did a stirring rendition of it at a hall tea once.
Ah, I miss Hell Week.
|Date:||February 12th, 2003 08:58 am (UTC)|| |
Can I just say that my 'goods' are SO not done and are due today? Argh.