Take note, I don't post to El-Jay anymore,
Truly, it isn't that I'm terribly cross or sore
and hope you will trouble yourself a smidge
to visit my site over at lonelyfridge.


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11:30:29 AM robbyengvall: yoyoyoyoyo
11:30:37 AM rustyslide: hi
11:30:49 AM robbyengvall: hu is this?
11:37:58 AM rustyslide: you don't remember me? I'm quite upset
11:38:20 AM robbyengvall: what is ur name?
11:38:29 AM rustyslide: Jamie
11:38:30 AM robbyengvall: ru a guy?
11:38:38 AM rustyslide: last time I checked
11:38:46 AM rustyslide: it's unlikely, though possible, that that has changed
11:38:59 AM robbyengvall: ur a retared
11:39:23 AM rustyslide: At least I don't write like a monkey.
11:39:48 AM robbyengvall: atleat i dont look like one!
11:39:57 AM rustyslide: yeah, I'm glad I don't either. Phew.
11:40:05 AM rustyslide: How's the weather in Canton?
11:40:31 AM robbyengvall: where r u?
11:40:36 AM rustyslide: Canada.
11:41:51 AM robbyengvall: whats ur last name
11:42:42 AM rustyslide: I'm not sure if that's any of your business. I wonder if it's in my "buddy info", though? in which case, I'll probably tell you
11:43:04 AM rustyslide: nope. guess you won't know
11:51:46 AM rustyslide: Mind if I post this conversation in my 'blog'? my friends find these things hilarious

I have had the somewhat useless CBC Radio 1 turned on tonight, and I just heard a manager-cum-engineer fall on a fader, as the volume exploded and then dropped hurridly.

A pop song came on, and I was half listening to it before I eventually noticed the chorus was (amongst other lyrics) "Offering secondhand news, offering secondhand news".

Update: song is 'Second hand rose' by Fleetwood Mac, off of Rumours.

Request (a movie).

XoShOrTyGaNgStEr: asl
XoShOrTyGaNgStEr: who is this?
obfuscatingpoet: A little yellow bird
obfuscatingpoet: or maybe not.
XoShOrTyGaNgStEr: kewl
obfuscatingpoet: purportedly
XoShOrTyGaNgStEr: wat?
obfuscatingpoet: Do you speak English?
XoShOrTyGaNgStEr: yes
obfuscatingpoet: purportedly adv : believed or reputed to be the case [syn: supposedly]
XoShOrTyGaNgStEr: w/e
obfuscatingpoet: so, since I can't interest you in scintillating conversation, what can I do for you?
XoShOrTyGaNgStEr: do u talk to my best friend JJyankees225 and eddyshaws5?
obfuscatingpoet: Not that I know about.
XoShOrTyGaNgStEr: oh really
obfuscatingpoet: Are they as quasi-literate as you?</fo>
XoShOrTyGaNgStEr: sure
obfuscatingpoet: Then definitely not.

( More fun with kids who think I am jeff! )

It's alive

( OMG WTF BBQ! GUITARZZZZ )

PS: No spilling the beans on BRB.com

I am currently experimenting with facial hair; I am investigating the hypothesis of "I am a lazy fucktard, who can't be arsed to shave when the girlfriend is unavailable".

My observations thus far:

1. Subject's "beard" would look better if it had more in the way of hair follicles.
2. Despite the subject not being a blond since the age of seven, a good portion of this "beard" is blond.
3. The mere brushing of the subject's hand against the subject's scruff seems reliably to cause incredible irritation on the hand and itching on the face, which leads to much cussing of the mouth.
4. Subject's mate has opined that if she wanted to make out with a goddamn fuzzy and/or prickly thing, she could have gone to the goddamn zoo.

The experiment is a smashing success, if you measure success by getting plenty of opportunities to not shave due to the not seeing of one's girlfriend.

I know it's 4am; I just woke up, gasping with surprise, as I had just dreamed I tripped over my own feet. Like. What the fuck. Dreams are for fantasies (erotic or not) and the like (being tickled by the female cast of Sex And The City, for instance), not stuff I do everyday.