Dear Blogspotters,
You get my juicy posts that are uncut and my free mind. Totally not kid friendly, racist, and sometimes fairly emotional. Good job.
So todays blog is really about black people and windows. XD
First lets start with black people. So mom and sis didnt pay the electric bill. Yeah that means Im out from Sims, Katamari, AND Harvest Moon in one hit!!! Expect more blogs to roll in.
ANYWAY.
So I went to school to get my bus pass. Was waiting in line to get my sticker. The chick in front of me took 10 minutes to brush her hair and junk...just to take a pic. Mind you that once you have a pic you DONT get a new one. So she bitched about it. -_-
omg black pplz
So then mom came and got me so she could take sis to work. She was talking about how we couldnt cook or anything.
oddly enough we have a gas stove...hmmm
So I was like "why cant we just light the gas with a lighter?"
"Our stove is electric and gas"
"but the electricity is only used to light the gas...hence why it goes tick tick bwoooof"
"Then why did the oven not come on last time the power was out?"
"because there was no electricity to start it?"
Then low and behold...my sister said something smart?
"She means you needed electricity to start the spark to light the gas"
for some odd reason my mom only understands when my sister said it...
dumb
Anyway now time to rant about windows.
I loved XP automatic updates cause they dont bug the shit out of you...till recently.
I have been on this computer maybe an hour and it has sent me five popups asking me if I wanna restart now
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH *kill*
Been having these odd dreams. One from the night before last.
I fell to the floor. I had...fur? I went up to her. She had kids. "let me help you" I said. She directed me to help go find food for the group. I did. A man tried to shoot them. I let out a hiss. She praised me for my work...and let me know she was a witch. She made me human again....and I defeated the evil man.
Then last night,
The man shot straight at the door. He was aiming to kill. We owed the mob. Our house exploded as I ran out the door. He caught me and put me in a prison with a nice family. Together we broke out and got into a huge gun fight with the mobsters. Then they took me home. Their home was terribly destroyed but fixable. I found their dog outside...their dog...or was it? It was MY old dog...one that was brutally murdered.
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