I have officially decided that the phrase 'act your age' is absulutly retarded. How is my age supposed to act? If you ask me, acting the way I do is pretty much me acting my age. Age is a number, not a levewl of maturity so I'm gonna act however I feel like acting.
On that note, purchasing toy guns from Dollarama, going up to the top of the mall parking garage and shooing soft plastic bulets at eachother while hiding behind posts and hancuffing 'hostages' is the greatest fun any human could possibly have. Yep, I'm an immature little freak but at least I can enjoy life and not be all 'I'm grown up and boring'.
Um... I've kind of run out of things to say. I mean, I planned out this really long and awesome post in my head about life and supid people but I seem to have forgotten most of it. That happened alot when I used to keep a diary. I'd think of a really witty and comedic entry but end up writing a really stupid one about lame stuff that normal teens would write about.
Anyways, I should get going. I have things to do, people to assasinate. So later my dude minions. Have a nice life!
Pepe: I don't understand how you can be such and idiotic, stubborn, twit and still have friends.Munchi: Meh, I dunno. Though, they have started blocking me.Pepe: HAH! -laughs and falls off chair- Munchi: Who's calling who and idiot... Pepe: Ow.... Munchi: Wait a minute! You don't even HAVE friends! Pepe: -blush- Munchi: Aw...you poor little drunken freak...-pets- Pepe:...screw off. I'm going to the strip club... Munchi: Don't forget to bring me back a martini! Pepe: Do I ever...? Munchi: That's my imaginary friend. -pats head-
DanikaMunchi · Mon Jun 12, 2006 @ 12:41am · 3 Comments |