tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41299282011-04-21T15:58:01.605-07:00The Freak on a Leash Takes a WalkYour average, everyday psychotic rant, the occasional nervous breakdown, and some lovely tidbits about the uneventful corporeal existence of one Chris M. SaysonSaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comBlogger3201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1095244908252562292004-09-15T03:39:00.000-07:002004-09-15T03:43:58.180-07:00Sorry loveys...
I've transferred to LJSaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1068192367769672542003-11-07T00:06:00.000-08:002004-04-30T10:25:14.123-07:00toMy Bitch
Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1068136254109957272003-11-06T08:30:00.000-08:002003-12-17T04:49:53.013-08:00BrethrenMargie Tama mai labs Angge Glenn Paolo Mohawk Neoperon Jaja Dom Dylan TwistedSoulSis Julian Almighty Annie Mama Guede Ate PJ Ka Kapi Ralph Tish-tishSaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1068134670254634922003-11-06T08:04:00.000-08:002003-12-17T05:47:39.796-08:00Places To Go Fictionpress Fanfiction allaboutspike Quizilla Pinoyrock Livejournal LitSoc MatanglawinSaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1068133530698937352003-11-06T07:45:00.000-08:002003-11-07T00:20:11.030-08:00Other Facets of MoiMy alter-egos... Saya H.andHypokritikaMy quizblogSaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1063517632622380032003-09-13T22:33:00.000-07:002003-12-17T05:57:20.700-08:00Peeps! I've defected! Now, if you want to read entries,
GO TO MY LJ!!!or, if you so desire...GO TO MY BLURTY!!!Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1063124584648265032003-09-09T09:23:00.000-07:002003-09-09T09:23:04.600-07:00^Reads last entry^ ... HO-LEEE shit, that was pretentious. Buh. ^Slams head on desk.^ ...Wait, I don't have a desk. Okay then... ^Slams head on floor^
Chee! Still need to update my template. I'm thinking about changing the URL, too. Or defecting to Blurty. Actually, I already have my own Blurty. it's pretty crappy though. Complete HTML-illiterate, right here. ^Points at self^ For those who don'tSaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1062927673987796702003-09-07T02:41:00.000-07:002003-09-07T02:41:13.883-07:00Going to church on Sundays. I've been doing that since before I could remember, and now that I'm finally sortaonmyown and don't have to worry about putting my parents through the moral wringer that is their absolute belief in this religious obligation, I don't know what to do. Church or no church? I am a Catholic. Kinda. Sorta. Okay, so I'm not. But I am. I was born into it, raised in it, and am Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1062871178166198662003-09-06T10:59:00.000-07:002003-09-06T10:59:38.170-07:00I really need to update my template. ^Wibbles^Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1062869300321753062003-09-06T10:28:00.000-07:002003-09-06T10:28:20.330-07:00Blogger's being bitchy. Bad blogger! ^Spank!^Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1062869090576640502003-09-06T10:24:00.000-07:002003-09-06T10:24:50.580-07:00I have been semi-comatose all week. My brain's all squooshy. Nnnnnn. ^Prods her limp brain with an equally limp finger^ I don't feel like updating anymore, but I might as well give y'all an overview...
...Doink. ^Collapses^
Aaagh. ^Drags herself back into a semi-upright position^ Alright!
-Have re-joined the Ateneo Judo Association and am NOT backing out. (If and when I do back out, please Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1062315322833566882003-08-31T00:35:00.000-07:002003-08-31T00:35:22.750-07:00Most of my posts are pretty incoherent. That can't be excused. But I'm a lazy bum, so I'm not supposed to give a rat's ass about excuses. So there. ^Sticks tongue out^
Spent the weekend in Taft, in the pension house where my mother, grandparents, and sister were staying. Explaining how they ended up there would involve a long-winded, utterly boring explanation, and I don't really think it's Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1062096167703302042003-08-28T11:42:00.000-07:002003-08-31T00:40:53.363-07:00Today has been weird. It's sure to be a hall-of-famer in the Christina Sayson Annals of Weird. Let me elaborate...
Today, I skipped Math 1 and PE because I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed. When I finally managed to drag my ass out of bed, Mom called to tell me that she, my sister, and my grandparents were at NAIA and were going to come over to the condo for a visit. So they came, bearingSaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1061902832344404492003-08-26T06:00:00.000-07:002003-08-28T12:00:45.590-07:00I had a mile-long post I'd been typing for almost an hour. It's gone forever. I feel too damn fucking lazy to type it again. Fuck the world. I hate blogger.Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1061902737373130622003-08-26T05:58:00.000-07:002003-08-26T05:58:57.370-07:00Blogger is acting all fucky on me. I am so pissed.
I think I want to break something.Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1061801361272683112003-08-25T01:49:00.000-07:002003-08-25T01:51:18.180-07:00Spent the better part of this afternoon acting like a complete imbecile. Moreso than usual. We had a ComiCol meeting at the Colayco Pav, and at first, I was all "la la, meeting..." and wondering what it was all about. The next minute, I'm spouting platitudes about embryos and shit, and giggling like a lunatic. (which I don't do much anymore, FYI. Much.).
I swear, I have NO idea what I'm on. I Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1061608761739386822003-08-22T20:19:00.000-07:002003-08-22T20:19:21.730-07:00DUDE! I just changed my blog's title! Yay me! ^Rousing Cheer^
...'La lang. Took it from a line in Interview With the Vampire, which is still my favoritestmovieofalltime, even though I'm sick of watching it. Ngeaow! Ooh, hey, if anyone can direct me to a good template site, I'll give away cookies! Pwomise!Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1061606256658319522003-08-22T19:37:00.000-07:002003-08-22T19:37:36.580-07:00Traaaalaaaalaaaalaaaa! Boink!Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1061468937769245922003-08-21T05:28:00.000-07:002003-08-21T05:28:57.713-07:00Eeeeeeee! I've gotten rid of the blaster worm! No more evilvirus!^Hugs all around^
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! ^Runsthroughafieldofpoppies^
I'd like to thank my mother, who e-mailed me the instructions on how to fix it. (checkitout!) ^Hugses!^ I like the world.Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1061367529283777052003-08-20T01:18:00.000-07:002003-08-20T01:22:17.316-07:00^Relieved sigh^ feeling much better now.
Bloodymotherfucking English critical essay: passed. Not caring about the grade anymore. Just glad it's over. ^Wibbles^
Hour-long catnap: taken. And the world makes sense again.
Othershit: I don't give a rat's ass. I've slept. And the sleeping's good. Bring it on, world!
More on the othershit: Nope, still haven't fixed the laptop. Nope, still don't haveSaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1061188935169190792003-08-17T23:42:00.000-07:002003-08-17T23:42:15.033-07:00Where: CTC 112
Sounds: Typing, muted conversation
Weather: Cloudy
Update: My life sucks. That's all I can say. Last Friday, I found out that I was allergic to alcohol (after ingesting two glasses of HORRID-TASTING Gilbey's Island mix and waking up covered in hives the morning after); Saturday, I finally figured out the reason why my laptop kept on acting all fucky on me and restarting whenever ISaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1060764543103450742003-08-13T01:49:00.000-07:002003-08-13T01:58:17.420-07:00I'm in CTC 112. I'm too lazy to go back to the C in K, and I'm too cheap to use my own Internet prepaid. Yay for me.
Life? I wouldn't like to call it craptastic; it's been great, really. It loves me, I love it. The thing is, there are times when the Hormone Train (TM) begs to disagree. Lately, the smallest things have been putting me on edge; the way my roommate chews with her mouth open, a Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1060453177851709742003-08-09T11:19:00.000-07:002003-08-09T11:19:37.810-07:00If anyone can direct me to any spoken-word poetry mp3s out there, I shall be eternally grateful. ^Unleashes the Puppydog Eyes of Doom on ya!^
Puh-leeez? I'll give you candy!Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1060449967922225462003-08-09T10:26:00.000-07:002003-08-15T04:38:54.123-07:00Check it out, yo! According to this...
"Christina Sayson is an unsung hero, an undiscovered genius...and an unknown quantity. It is because Christina is such an unknown quantity that her heroism goes unsung and her genius undiscovered. Some people will blow their own trumpets from the highest hill even when those trumpets are battered and badly out of tune. Christina is rather the opposite. No Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1060447119279114242003-08-09T09:38:00.000-07:002003-08-09T09:38:39.246-07:00Oooh! I've updated my Quizblog! Go! I'd offer you my panties, but I'm using them right now, so you'll have to settle for a BMW instead. I hope you don't mind...Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1060446950808241872003-08-09T09:35:00.000-07:002003-08-09T09:35:50.783-07:00This is an e-mail survery, but since I'm a lazy-ass whore who doesn't want to bother with typing out all those ponderous e-mail addies and nicks, I'm posting it, and all you other bitches who don't read my blog can just rot. So THERE! Ha! ^Sticks out her tongue^
1. What time is it? 11:26 PM
2. Name as it appears on your birth certificate: Christina Ma. Cecilia Mirasol Sayson (DAMN, that's long!Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1060441036670455792003-08-09T07:57:00.000-07:002003-08-09T07:57:16.630-07:00Dude, I just read a chain mail letter with roses. Ten roses. With close-ups. I'm scarred for life. ^Twitches, drools, and whipers^
Scary!Overprotective!Chris: ^Points accusingly^ See??? See what you've done? This is all your FAULT! Stop sending chainmail, you cocksuckers! You assholes! You motherfucking, shit-eating BASTARDS!!!! ^Shrieks and claws at your eyeballs, yo!^Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1060438726332055502003-08-09T07:18:00.000-07:002003-08-09T07:18:46.290-07:00A peek at the internal dialogues that often go on in my disturbed brain....
Calm!Rational!Chris talking to Insane!Murderous!Chris: Okay, repeat after me, "I will not smother my roommates in their sleep, I will not smother my roommates in their sleep, I will not smother my roommates in their sleep..."
Insane!Murderous!Chris: ^Deadpan^ That would've been a helluva lot more useful if you'd Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1059665383892196742003-07-31T08:29:00.000-07:002003-07-31T08:29:43.860-07:00I'm sick. I'm a bad, naughty child. Spank me. Spank me hard. ^Grins^Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1059665185338437202003-07-31T08:26:00.000-07:002003-07-31T08:38:45.283-07:00Does anybody want to be my platonic lesbian wife? I'll give you bonbons and clean your cage regularly. Promise!Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1059665030419639622003-07-31T08:23:00.000-07:002003-07-31T08:23:50.383-07:00I like it when pretty boys kiss, do you? ^Drools at naughty pix of James Marsters making out with Nicolas Brendon^
Also: Fuck J.Lo. That dirty whore. Stealing Ben Affleck from his one, true love, Matt Damon like that. ^Kidnaps J.Lo and forces her to give Chris blowjobs while watching Ben Affleck and Matt Damon have hot, uninhibited buttsex. Just because.^
And futhermore: Where the hell is Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1059661933212277622003-07-31T07:32:00.000-07:002003-07-31T08:49:59.366-07:00Warning: Confession of cowardice and lack conviction, and subsequent self-deprecation in the following blog post. Proceed with caution.
I quit the Judo team. Yes. I am a coward and a bigot and a liar and I have no qualms about it. That was a lie. I'm all qualm-y. I feel guilty. I'd been traipsing about the school looking for someone to join me in my venture into the grappling martial arts (that Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1059575474565091432003-07-30T07:31:00.000-07:002003-07-30T07:31:14.500-07:00I can't think of anything intelligent to say. On the other hand, I never have anything intelligent to say anyway, so it doesn't matter, does it? While people I know are writing witty, intelligent political discourses and gleaning insights from things happening in their lives, I'm sitting here with my thumb up my ass. Not literally of course, because, ew. Thumb. Ass. Yuck.
Well, yesterday, I Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1059359874097506892003-07-27T19:37:00.000-07:002003-07-27T19:37:54.070-07:00Okay, Margie's right. The coup is (was?) a big, scary, farcical thing. But I'm clueless, and even if I wasn't, I wouldn't care. Yes, yes, I know that apathy is the disease of the spoiled offspring of the bourgoise and the Filipino people as a whole, and that I am embracing the cliche and succumbing to the disease, but dammit, I. Don't. Care. In fact, some part of me was hoping that some sort of Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1059284586987906232003-07-26T22:43:00.000-07:002003-07-26T22:43:06.883-07:00All of my relatives made me promise not to leave the house today because of the coup, but dammit, I'm bored! Anybody out there want to go and check out the action in EDSA? ^Holds up her bigass machine gun and grins maniacally^Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-105928355245007592003-07-26T22:25:00.000-07:002003-07-26T22:25:52.403-07:00There's a coup d'etat happening in Makati. Rogue militiamen have taken over a hotel near Glorietta. Katipunan Avenue isn't too far away from EDSA, but things here are relatively calm. Just another sleepy Sunday morning. Except for the whole "military takeover" thing going on approximately five kilometers away, of course.
Nanay and Pops called this morning, wresting me from happy dreams of Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1059052291189014972003-07-24T06:11:00.000-07:002003-07-24T06:11:31.200-07:00Newsbrief: In an unfortunate, unsuccessful attempt to sound intelligent, one Chris Sayson ingested vast amounts of MSG and proceeded to spew half-formed platitudes about the merit of standing on one's head. She cannot think of anything to blog.Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1058876700897596572003-07-22T05:25:00.000-07:002003-07-22T05:25:00.843-07:00It's raining here. The typhoon named Harurot wreaks havoc upon the unsuspecting umbrellas of the populace.
Harurot. Cute name, don't you think?
Carol Shields is dead. Pity. From the picture, she looked like a very loving, generous person. Grandmotherly, even. I would've liked to have met her. She died last Wednesday. I'd love to say more, but Kris Aquino's vile voice is doing scary things to Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1058874511591951082003-07-22T04:48:00.000-07:002003-07-22T04:48:31.443-07:00I am a whore.
I am an evil, naughty, naughty whore. And I'm proud of it. ^Licks her nonexistent pix of Yummy!Johnny Depp and Luscious!James Marsters.^
I would love to graphically describe all the bad, bad things I'd like to do to them, but since this is a public blog, discretion will be my middle name. Kinda. Alright, so that's bullshit. I'm about as discreet as a sledgehammer.
And I'm still aSaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1058690516925937482003-07-20T01:41:00.000-07:002003-07-20T01:41:56.810-07:00I've been really flakey lately. Sorry 'bout that. It's just that I can't really think of anything to blog.
Note to all the lovely people who have linked my blog: (thanks, by the way...) I changed my URL about three weeks ago. It doesn't have an underscore anymore, since some IE versions can't access sites with underscores in their URLs. It's unapologeticallyalive.blogspot.com. Please update Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1058329540101574842003-07-15T21:25:00.000-07:002003-07-15T21:25:40.086-07:00Well... I can't think of anything to blog, so I'm just gonna say "Squeeeeeee!" and leave it at that. ^_^Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1058126793225767762003-07-13T13:06:00.000-07:002003-07-13T13:10:28.410-07:00Oh, and another thing: I'm not going to have sex until I'm twenty, but if I'm still a virgin by the time I'm twenty-five, I'm humping the first moving object I see. Wala lang... Everyone else is losing the big V in their teens. I want to be different; go against the flow.
Besides, it seems like a practical enough approach; by the time I'm twenty, I'd be so horny, a little petting would be Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1058126078949359332003-07-13T12:54:00.000-07:002003-07-13T12:54:38.770-07:00It's three in the morning, and I'm researching on bromeliads. Ick.Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1058124946453045152003-07-13T12:35:00.000-07:002003-07-13T12:53:56.733-07:00Ack! Hello! It's been almost three days! Eep!
Right now, I'm (finally) online in my new laptop, courtesy of Mamai. ^Hugs her and gives her candy and kisses, but no sexual favors, because Mamai is Chris' aunt, and that'd just be gross. Besides, Chris would probably get slapped^ Wheeeheee! It's so bloody COOL! It's a windows XP with a CD player (I'm not sure if it's a CD burner; that still remainsSaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1057733868747016572003-07-08T23:57:00.000-07:002003-07-08T23:57:48.560-07:00I'm hungry. Dammit. I've run out of money. Double dammit. I don't know how to focus a camera. DAMMITDAMMITDAMMIT. Bleugh.Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1057733369897598292003-07-08T23:49:00.000-07:002003-07-08T23:49:29.753-07:00*Burble!*
Found my ID! As it turned out, I'd left it at the CTC before Margie and I left for KFC. Ngerks. Old news. Okie... What to write about...?
Today is Wednesday. I would like to reiterate how much Wednesdays suck. I am jinxed. I am a Wednesday jinx, and there's nothing I can do about it.
I was supposed to submit a sample Inquiry article for Guidon at noon today (deadline), but due to mySaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1057383484551023722003-07-04T22:38:00.000-07:002003-07-08T23:55:03.820-07:00Lemony Snicket has stolen the title for my autobiography. There is now no doubt that my life truly is a series of unfortunate events. I had lunch with Margie and her mom at KFC, and on my way back here, I realized that my ID was no longer tied to the strap of my shoulder bag. I assumed that it was inside the bag, and went on my merry way. They usually check for IDs before we enter the computer Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1057377104657317262003-07-04T20:51:00.000-07:002003-07-04T20:51:44.643-07:00Took the Guidance Test that I'd missed last Monday. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be categorized as "criminally insane" or something of the sort. Oh well. As long as They don't cart me off to the Funny Farm, I won't mind.
Hanging out at the CTC with Margie. There's something seriously dysfunctional about the computers here today. I'm guessing they've been possessed. ^Waves a rosary at the CPU andSaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1057306814116139272003-07-04T01:20:00.000-07:002003-07-04T01:20:14.076-07:00Back in CTC. I swear, if I come around any more often, they'll have to pry my ass off this chair with a crowbar and a derrick. (I don't know if I got it right, but I'm pretty sure you get the picture...)
Ooh! Peeps! I made a new e-mail addy! It's katipunanbitca@yahoo.com. Worship me!!! Mahahaha!!!
Ooh again! Found this in Annie's LJ! Hot damn! Twisted fun! Hoo!
A package arrived earlier today,Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1057122517185176062003-07-01T22:08:00.000-07:002003-07-01T22:08:37.163-07:00Warning: this is another pity-party
/begin: pity party/
I'm in English M01, right? And that makes me a -quote- "cut above" -unquote- , right? Then why don't I feel that way? Why is it that, at the end of the day, I always feel like some sort of illiterate retard? I have nothing against the teacher; in fact, I happen to like the guy.
It's just that while my blockmates are writing critical Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1057119213467289862003-07-01T21:13:00.000-07:002003-07-01T21:13:33.443-07:00Am in CTC. Yay for Fast! Internet! Connection!!! It's Wednesday, do you know that? I know that doesn't really mean anything in the greater scheme of things, but dammit, Wednesdays are fuckin' FUN! I like Wednesdays. I'm going to start an official Wednesday-liking club, 'cause Wednesdays kick ass, yo. "Why?" You may ask... Well, because for one thing, I only have Three! Classes! on Wednesdays, andSaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1056896991570027322003-06-29T07:29:00.000-07:002003-06-29T07:29:51.560-07:00...Erm, I'm in the condo in Katipunan where I... live... with my roommates... It's all pretty self-explanatory, isn't it? Anyway, right now, I'm mooching off Nicole's Internet card and using her laptop. Yes. I am an evil, icky parasite whose miserable person must be ground beneath a dogshit-encrusted bootheel. Anyhoo, what am I doing right now? Nothing much. Kathryn and Nang Bibing are sleeping Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1056896648164911612003-06-29T07:24:00.000-07:002003-06-29T07:32:38.430-07:00Incubi and Succubi are spiritual creatures (angels, if you will...) that seduce humans and have sex with them. Incubi are male, and Succubi are female. Last night, I was visited by an Incubus.
Okay, not really an Incubus; I had a dream. In that dream, I kissed a boy whom I am very much attracted to, and I think that we made love, but I don't remember. I'm jumping to conclusions based on the Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1056618545438771272003-06-26T02:09:00.000-07:002003-06-26T02:09:05.456-07:00Okay. So we've established that my brain has taken a permanent vacation and that my sanity is seriously in question. Now let's go have dinner at McDonald's and make out on the counter, 'cause that's like, so hot! ^Hits self with a nine-iron^
Alright-yyyy...... Am in pain. I have my period and I am in pain. It's my third day, but there is still pain. And pain is evil in a very bad, evil way. On Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-1056617331353977052003-06-26T01:48:00.000-07:002003-06-26T01:48:51.216-07:00Ooooooh! Blogger has a new format for updates! Wheeeheeheeheehee!!! ^Chris bounces and squeals and does all sorts of stupid things because she's hungry and blood no longer reaches her brain because Filipino 11 (!!!) class has drained her dry^ Ngerk! Yoink! Narf! Spork! Sporksporksporksporkspork!!!!!!
...I don't know what brought that on. I'm not on drugs, I swear to God! ^Quickly squirrels away Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-960049312003-06-24T21:46:00.000-07:002003-06-24T21:46:41.033-07:00Okay, so I guess I'm a little homesick...
Things I miss about Bacolod:
- Food. Is. CHEAP. Here, you have to shell out an arm and a leg just for a decent meal.
- Bacolod is smaller than Manila, so going places is a lot less of a hassle than it is around here.
- CHICKEN INASAL!!! Waaaah!
- Less traffic. MUCH less traffic.
- Bob's
- Did I mention how much cheaper a meal is in Bacolod?
- Sugarcane. Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-960045952003-06-24T21:33:00.000-07:002003-06-24T21:33:15.980-07:00Okay, so I've been... avoid-y. Sorry 'bout that. It's just that college is so new, so overwhelming, so mind-boggling in so many ways, that I can't quite articulate how I feel and what's going on. It's like my brain has been in hibernation for the past sixteen years, and I've only just awakened. Alright, so that was something of an exaggeration, but you get what I mean, right?
True, Ateneo may Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-958877222003-06-21T00:38:00.000-07:002003-06-21T00:38:49.430-07:00I HAVE REVIEWS!!! ^Chris orgasms^ People actually read my stuff on Fictionpress! Happy Days! ^Dances and throws flowers and shit^ And yes, constructive criticism makes me very, very happy. I wouldn't have noticed it if those wonderful darlings hadn't pointed out the flaws in my narratives. I love them. ^Gives THEM her maidenhead too!^ Whee! ^Runs away and weeps because she's so fucking HAPPYSaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-958873482003-06-21T00:16:00.000-07:002003-06-21T00:16:16.370-07:00Mou. Not feeling very perky today. Blame it on the fact that I haven't had breakfast yet. Or lunch, for that matter... woke up at eleven-thirty, only to realize that I had to go to this block NTSP meeting-thingy (not very articulate today, either, so it seems...) in an hour and thirty minutes. Now, I know that seems like a lot of time for me to stuff my filthy face, but you don't understand how Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-958149872003-06-18T20:57:00.000-07:002003-06-18T20:57:02.980-07:00Wheeehehehehehe!!! I can now access my own blog! Worship me, my minions, WORSHIP ME!!! ^Rolls around in the dirt^Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-958146542003-06-18T20:44:00.000-07:002003-06-18T20:44:43.903-07:00M'ijas y m'ijos! I have changed the URL of my blog! I have gotten rid of the underscore! Maybe NOW you can access it! Isn't that just YUMMY?!?!?! ^Chris's eyeball bulges and the veins in her temple stick out in stark relief^ ISN'T IT?!?!?!?!Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-958144912003-06-18T20:38:00.000-07:002003-06-18T20:38:06.033-07:00Ack! I just swallowed my gum! I'm going to DIE! I swallowed chewing gum! ^Runs around screaming her panties off^ Will you go to my funeral? I'll fulfill all your necrophiliac fantasies if you do... ^Whips her bra off and does the Snoopy Dance (TM)^ Hee!
Hrm... Alright, so I've been remiss. The last marginally informative entry I'd made was a pity party. Honestly though, I really don't feel like Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-958123972003-06-18T19:25:00.000-07:002003-06-18T19:25:20.656-07:00Yup. Should definitely switch to livejournal... apparently, if you're using internet explorer 5, you won't be able to access my blog. ^Sighs^ Hay naku, ang sama naman! Will update there na lang. But first, I have to create an account...Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-957080792003-06-16T00:03:00.000-07:002003-06-16T00:05:29.000-07:00Hey, um, are any of you having trouble accessing my blog? Maybe it's time for me to switch to livejournal...Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-957080292003-06-16T00:00:00.000-07:002003-06-16T00:20:04.000-07:00I'M IN COLLEGE!!! ^Goes into shock^ yudiputabilatibaypukiputanginafuckingSHIT!!! ^Breathes deeply^ Okay. I'm okay now. Alright, I'm not. This is just too weird. I'm sitting in one of Ateneo's computer rooms and taking my sweet time because my last class just finished, and the Internet here is free. Squee!
Today was the first day of school, and to be honest, I'm a little nervous. What if I botchSaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-953272222003-06-05T07:10:00.000-07:002003-06-05T07:10:18.096-07:00I don't really want to spend the entire night in front of the PC, so I'll make this brief. Tomorrow at nine A.M., Ma and I will be leaving for Manila. To use the cliche, another chapter of my life is about to close, and a new one is about to begin. And I have no idea what to make of it. I have no real thoughts about it, since... well, I haven't really been thinking about it that much. Obsessing, Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-952370532003-06-03T07:14:00.000-07:002003-06-03T07:14:15.520-07:00My butt hurts. I think I pulled a muscle. I can't even do a decent split anymore. ^Sobs^
Okay, the main reason why I've posted for the third time this night? I feel the need to justify my all-encompassing narcissism. I don't know how, and now that I've finished typing that last sentence, I don't feel like doing it anymore. The justifying, I mean. After all, why bother? You'll think whatever you Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-952362132003-06-03T06:51:00.000-07:002003-06-03T06:51:07.940-07:00Omigod. LiveJournal is free! ^Orgasms^ No more Blurty. Blurty confuses me. If I defect, it'll be to LiveJournal, because Annie's there, and Annie rocks. Really. I think I want to give her my virginity. ^Hands her maidenhead to Annie on a silver platter^ And the BtVS LJ community-people are so much fun! No, really, they're all upper-middle-class white Americans, and they kill me with the painful, Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-952349652003-06-03T06:13:00.000-07:002003-06-03T06:13:36.126-07:00Oh yes! Fictionpress.net has personalized URLs for their users! Fun! Now, go to my account! C'mon, you know you want to! ^Does all sorts of obscene, naughty, attention-getting stuff^Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-952345262003-06-03T06:00:00.000-07:002003-06-03T06:00:08.443-07:00Well well well. It's Tuesday, and in three days I'll be leaving for Manila. This is so scarycrappycool. Don't wanna talk about it. Still have some unresolved issues I need to... resolve. And shit.
Okay, so let's get down with the resolvey-ness. Ummm... diba, I said I was pissed at some of my friends? Well, I was in a crappy mood, and the whole "female hormones corroding my brain" part didn't Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-951574022003-06-01T10:06:00.000-07:002003-06-01T10:06:16.990-07:00Hey! Here's a recap of the weird and crappy things that have happened this past week...
Monday: I can't remember. I suspect I'd been abducted by aliens and experimented on. Truthfully? Monday was boring. Nothing happened. End of story.
Tuesday: Typhoon hit. I stepped in a puddle and slipped on the porch. My face had a close encounter of the floor kind. Tasted blood, and am now sporting some Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-951215892003-05-31T08:14:00.000-07:002003-05-31T08:16:12.000-07:00I'm thinking about defecting to blurty. They have icons. I have nothing against blogger, mind you, it's just that blurty has so many more cool features! ^Giggles and dances^ Any comments on that? I'll be waiting. I'll take silence as a yes, although technically, I don't really need to ask permission from you guys, since this is my blog, after all. But I aim to please. Or at least my deep-seated Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-951108802003-05-30T22:30:00.000-07:002003-05-30T22:30:35.133-07:00Hmmm.... I think I need to get a new template.
Little Voice in Chris' Head: Hah! And we know how well that went last time!
^Chris sighs^ Okay. So I'm going to have to pick from Blogger's rather limited selection. I'm too lazy to do any of that FTP crap with the whole upload pics and blah blah blah... I wasn't able to learn how to do it the first time, and I've given up on my capacity to learn Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-951093502003-05-30T21:37:00.000-07:002003-05-30T21:37:06.426-07:00Okayyy... I'm sorry about the insanity. My hormones have been doing a really nasty number on my ass. Don't mind that last entry; I'd had too many sugar-coated peanuts. ^Grins sheepishly^
Anyhoo, update: Right now, my grandmother's cursing in Spanish. My mom's being all "I'm holding the world together and being all calm and collected" on the phone, but this morning, Mom was rushing around and Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-950810892003-05-30T07:19:00.000-07:002003-05-30T07:19:40.350-07:00I love you. Can I lick your boobies? I haven't licked anybody's boobies in a long, loooooong time. C'mon, it'll be fun. You can go first if you want... ^Lifts her shirt^
Yesss... that's yummy... where have you been all my life? Mmmm, baby!
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Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-949383312003-05-27T06:19:00.000-07:002003-05-30T07:23:28.000-07:00I'm shallow. Depressing, but true. When I get with the Thinky I get all depressed, so I stick to the simple stuff: gross-out humor and outside appearances. I suppose it also follows that I am lazy because I can't be bothered to see (or write about) That Which Lies Beyond, but I honestly don't want to care. I don't know...
I was planning on not blogging today. I've been spending waaaaay too muchSaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-948915192003-05-26T03:26:00.000-07:002003-05-26T03:26:32.740-07:00You wimps. None of you have the balls to take the dare. Well then, I'll just sell my soul somewhere else then... ^Bundles up her soul and trundles off to greener, more profitable pastures^
Bleh! ^Sticks her tounge out at y'all^
Nah, I'm just kidding. I still love you. Even if you don't exist. ^Humps your leg^
Heyyyy! It's raining! It's raining a great deal! I like rain very much. ^Dances^ Ate Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-948247542003-05-24T05:23:00.000-07:002003-05-24T05:23:54.140-07:00Y'know, sometimes I wonder what you people think of me. Sometimes I doubt that you even exist. Am I the only one who actually visits this weblog? Are all those webcounter stats mine? I suppose the tagboard is proof enough that others out there are aware of this blog (and my) existence, but I can't help but doubt. Are those people the only people? Would I be truly pathetic if they were? Would it Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-947896592003-05-23T08:31:00.000-07:002003-05-23T08:31:21.646-07:00Ooh, other thing I forgot to mention: there's this perv at the station (let's just call him R) who keeps on calling me gwapa (It means pretty. This bastard is twisted I tell you!) and staring at my tits. There are times when I want to reacquaint myself with my Taekwondo lessons on his face. Usually though, I just avoid looking at him and try not to stab him with a ballpen. God knows though; I've Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-947878472003-05-23T07:54:00.000-07:002003-05-23T07:57:06.000-07:00Ooh, hey, I forgot to mention: I saw the Craft last night. It rocks. Okay, so it isn't the smartest of all movies, and it's basically your overrated teen-murder-revenge movie with a little witchy mumbo-jumbo thrown in for added effect, but still... Fairuza Balk (I can spell her name! I can SPELL her NAME!!! Wahaha!) is so scarycool. I want to steal her clothes. I know I'm being a total teen rightSaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-947862222003-05-23T07:17:00.000-07:002003-05-23T07:18:20.000-07:00Heyyyy! I just edited the questionnaire thingy! I know, I'm an anal-retentive fool. That's why I love me. ^Hugs herself^
Today? Well... Premenstrual! Me! made an appearance. I spent the entire day at the station, staring at the street and listening to (or pretending to at least) Marky talk about his homosexual sexcapades at Don Bosco. Bosconians are scary. And I thought I was horny and Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-947204452003-05-21T21:13:00.000-07:002003-05-21T21:13:46.730-07:00I could totally fuck Alyson Hannigan with a candelabra.
Wait. Work. Right. Damn. Forget I said anything. I'm going off now. Off to the radio station, tralalala...Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-947203812003-05-21T21:12:00.000-07:002003-05-21T21:12:02.523-07:00Hey, um, stupid question... What's shanshu?
Oh right. Should be at work. Going now...Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-947193492003-05-21T20:47:00.000-07:002003-05-23T06:41:06.000-07:00This is a meme from Annie. I steal, which is why I am evil and must be burned at the stake. Burn burn burn!
1) What's on your bedside table?
Alarm clock, stereo remote control, Ateneo Student Aid Department brochure-thingy, religious paraphenalia I am too afraid to dispose of (because my mother will tear out my hair and cook my genitals over an open fire. And I happen to like my hair a great Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-947163142003-05-21T19:37:00.000-07:002003-05-21T19:37:55.290-07:00Yesterday, Deej called. (Back-story: a classmate's dad died a couple of weeks ago and they're holding the wake at their house.) Deej said that the batch (or whatever's left of SSA Seniors '03) will visit that classmate's house and pay our respects.So I went and did the whole respects-paying bit. Deej, Cams and Sabie were there. A bunch of other people were too, but not people I know... know. Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-945262782003-05-17T23:03:00.000-07:002003-05-17T23:03:06.690-07:00Narf!Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-945262112003-05-17T23:00:00.000-07:002003-05-17T23:00:38.140-07:00I can tell what kind of person you are because you sneezed! Bwahahahahaha!!! Check it!Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-944558182003-05-16T09:05:00.000-07:002003-05-16T09:05:21.800-07:00What are plot-bunnies?
A fan fic goes through something of a metamorphosis. First, it's a plot-bunny, an idea for a fic, then it becomes something resembling written form, then it becomes a draft, then a full-blown fic. Most (okay, all) of my stuff never goes beyond the plot-bunny stage. I'm too much of a coward to actually put them to paper, and when I finally get the guts to start fleshing outSaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-944557972003-05-16T09:04:00.000-07:002003-05-16T09:04:49.233-07:00I have just found out that James Marsters (to all you poor unfortunates who don't know who this sex-god is, he's the guy who plays Spike on Buffy.) is almost forty. I almost had a stroke. He's almost as old as my frickin' MOM!
Holy. Fucking. Shit. That's all I can say.
Oh well. Age doesn't matter. Spike is nearing his hundred-and-thirties, Lestat is two hundred-something, and Legolas is Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-944506192003-05-16T07:30:00.000-07:002003-05-16T07:30:34.086-07:00My parents and siblings are in Cauayan. I opted to stay behind. What am I going to do there, anyhoo? So I'm here in good ol' Bacolod, with my grandparents and the cable TV. TV gives life meaning.
Spun the records all day. Kinda lost track of time and forgot to let the other summer jocks do the boardwork. Hehe. Nobody noticed or cared, and I was very happy. I like my job. (Or non-job. Whatever. ISaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-943311092003-05-14T07:57:00.000-07:002003-05-14T07:57:51.650-07:00I like cheese.Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-943309482003-05-14T07:54:00.000-07:002003-05-14T07:54:51.436-07:00Ummmm... Hey. Haven't been able to access the 'Net for the past few days. I can't really think of what to write yet. Give my brain a couple of decades. It'll boot up eventually. Damn. I knew I should've bought the 2003 version.
Ooh, hey! I've hired Anne Rice to be my scullery maid! She cleans my fireplace! (Step back for a moment and think: I live in the Philippines. Fireplaces are completely Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-939954832003-05-08T08:38:00.000-07:002003-05-08T08:38:53.393-07:00Gaisano City sucks. That's all I can say. And National Bookstore was a disappointment. The place was puny, and there weren't enough books. Their range was dreadully small. What? Just because Bacolod is in the Far Side of the universe doesn't mean that its residents are illiterate monkeys with no taste in literature! Dammit, all this probinsya-discrimination is fucked up.
Speaking of fucked up, Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-939310582003-05-07T08:16:00.000-07:002003-05-07T08:16:56.980-07:00Dammit, my ricebowljournals icon won't show! HELP ME!Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-939308962003-05-07T08:14:00.000-07:002003-05-07T08:15:07.000-07:00The new mall opened May 3. I'll be going there tomorrow for Paula's birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAULA!!! We are going to hang out at National Bookstore and annoy the salesclerks. And that day shall forever be burned into their puny, inferior little salesclerkian minds as... The Day the Geek Girls from Hell Attacked! Bwahahahahaha!!!
^Shoots you with her laser-bifocals^Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-939299842003-05-07T07:58:00.000-07:002003-05-07T07:58:11.970-07:00I have a cold. My nose itches. My throat feels like it's had a close encounter with a cheese grater. I've been the subject of SARS jokes all fucking day. Grrr.Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-939297212003-05-07T07:53:00.000-07:002003-05-07T07:53:45.090-07:00I fucking lost my last entry. It took me an hour and a fucking half to type it. Fuck.Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-939278502003-05-07T07:16:00.000-07:002003-05-07T07:16:18.506-07:00Bite me. I am evil.Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-937950632003-05-05T05:03:00.000-07:002003-05-05T05:05:17.000-07:00Todayyyy... Went back to the station. Made chika-chika with the other summer jocks and spun the records for about thirty minutes or so. Dammit, I missed so fucking much; they're so smooth and calm behind the console already, and I'm all like "Oh God, what'll I play next? No, wait, I have to program the commercials! Shit! I only have fifteen seconds before the song ends! Dead air! Dead air! Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129928.post-937503042003-05-04T09:37:00.000-07:002003-05-04T09:37:21.633-07:00Fairuza Balk. Hot. Sexy. Bitch. I can't spell her name, but I'll fuck her all the same. Uh uh uh... ^Dances^Saihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07976342167169594051noreply@blogger.com