It's not easy, being the Chosen.
Dec. 31st, 2001 02:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingShameless plug:
Go to MacHall.Now.
Guaranteed to be the first webcomic to make me laugh like a madman for longer than natural, and have to wipe the spit off the monitor afterwards.
Nat called me at work today. We talked for about an hour and a half. 'Twas very shibby, because I forgot to bring a book, and Sunday nights are usually rather quiet.
*giggles* Went to uselessknowledge.com for my daily dosage of silliness. I knew the word of the day: antediluvian. Who said RPGs weren't educational?
Okay, another Mac Hall plug. If you would guess that I'm currently running my way through the archives, you would be right! This comic strongly reminds me of a particular party in '98 when someone decided to go Centurion with beer (100 shots in 100 minutes). I felt like shit the next day, but someone woke up smelling of roses. Or not. He was chirpy, anyway. Remember, Liam? Did you actually go to sleep that night? I forget.
Speaking of sleep, I think I shall. Nat's dropping her stuff by tomorrow, and then we're going bookshopping. Someone hold me back... Anyway, she's coming by at the godawful hour (I worked til 11.30pm tonight, I'm entitled to a sleepin) of noonish. [Noonish?? Yep, precisely noonish.]
I molest kittens! Indeed. Someone (me, this time) needs to stop laughing hysterically and get some sleep.
Go to MacHall.Now.
Guaranteed to be the first webcomic to make me laugh like a madman for longer than natural, and have to wipe the spit off the monitor afterwards.
Nat called me at work today. We talked for about an hour and a half. 'Twas very shibby, because I forgot to bring a book, and Sunday nights are usually rather quiet.
*giggles* Went to uselessknowledge.com for my daily dosage of silliness. I knew the word of the day: antediluvian. Who said RPGs weren't educational?
Okay, another Mac Hall plug. If you would guess that I'm currently running my way through the archives, you would be right! This comic strongly reminds me of a particular party in '98 when someone decided to go Centurion with beer (100 shots in 100 minutes). I felt like shit the next day, but someone woke up smelling of roses. Or not. He was chirpy, anyway. Remember, Liam? Did you actually go to sleep that night? I forget.
Speaking of sleep, I think I shall. Nat's dropping her stuff by tomorrow, and then we're going bookshopping. Someone hold me back... Anyway, she's coming by at the godawful hour (I worked til 11.30pm tonight, I'm entitled to a sleepin) of noonish. [Noonish?? Yep, precisely noonish.]
I molest kittens! Indeed. Someone (me, this time) needs to stop laughing hysterically and get some sleep.