This week was not much fun aside from our effort in trying to study at night. Needless to say, our meager attempt was stumped by 44LL sized boobies with aureole the size of my own jugs, Dita Von Tees muffins, and a sweet girl who just sings to your heart with her own song that's funny like fuck, I've cried 6 times from watching it 4 times, and another 2 times from thinking about it while I was having my lunch. Too bad she's not putting it up on Youtube.
The internet is evil. We should have our fingers pried off our laptop and eyes poked with forks a la Kassim Selamat and a stun gun that goes off everytime we try to log into our internet account. Or, someone could just hammer the modem to pieces. Hmm. No.
If you know Twitter, then you'd know to read it bottom first.
If internet is the wretched devil, then Twitter is the evil spawn that popped straight outta internet's (or should we call it Lucifer?) belly, all bloody with placenta stuck in between its ears and little Beelzebub Jr.'s fingers, and its cry comes in form of a sound that sounds remotely familliar..
Like that of Tweetdeck. Trrrrt!
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