So...

Lizzie and I got married. Kinda forgot to update in a while, huh?

Anyway, LIFE SUCKS.

I am guilty and ashamed

Of neglect.

Forever sorry,

Eli

Don't Cry for me Argentina

All through my wild days...

Lizzie doesn't know the lyrics. :/

"But I sing good," she claims.

We just finished a movie. She thought it was good, I just hope I can sleep and wake up early for a long day tomorrow.

I'm going to take a shower, and she's going to go on Facebook and check her Restaurant City.

Ahahahaha.

Toodles

Lizzie, our baby misses you

You've been very negligent

Hurry and come back before the problem becomes beyond unfixable!

Sunday Night Blasphemy

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No, we didn't really mean that.

Or was It Dinner?

As in the case of an average fairy tale, the frog was obviously a prince under a wicked spell. To break the spell he would need to be kissed by a girl with a slight case of paraphilia and a lot of foolish musings.

Unfortunately, the princesses weren't cooperative in this story and our amphibian friend here used his tiny froggy brain and chalked it up to one thing: baldness is not attractive.

But in his reverie he forgot something! Looking like the next Cousin Itt wasn't that hot either (ignore the fact that Cousin Itt is married). The wig he had gotten was made for human heads thus, much too long. The girls couldn't tell he was a frog, much less where its mouth was.

So, while he never did get his kiss he did manage to star as the baby, What.

If Only Windows Weren't So Transparent

Today is a THURSDAY. I personally have an association with Thursdays and piles of tasks.



I dislike tasks. Unless they're task boards, of course. Then they are quite tolerable.



And thus, by writing about tasks, I am doing nothing to finish them.



Now I think I understand that threat from my parents about taking away the computer...



Hasta la vista, froggies.

The Guests are All Here

The guests are all here

Oh, that was a pleasant meal

"Go wash the dishes!"

I Do Not Like Green Eggs and Ham

The determination of some astounds me!




Really, I slapped this one girly silly, but she endured the brutal attack just to log on to her anime account and talk to her daft animeluver buddies. Not that I think lowly of them. Not at all. Honestly, truly, genuinely. Because, in fact, they're extremely talented: listing their favorite shows of the top of their heads and learning japanese through manga and subtitling alone. Isn't that just kawaii?


Then, there are the people who persist in being fully consummated ducktards. They astound me the most.

"Do I have to be here?"
"You are obliged to leave."
"But I'm boreeeddddd." (insert pout)
"...I said you could go."
"Wellll, use smaller words."


I'll Dr. Seuss it next time :
To me, you are like a mouse,
And now, I want you out of my house,
Because
I will not put up with you here or there,
I will not put up with you anywhere.













But seriously, how many times have you had to encounter those types of people in a day?

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Well since we just have the WORST imagination, we took out the microphone and tampered around with the Speech Recognition program. {That's the one where you speak into the microphone and it performs commands and/or dictates what you say.} We thought it was poetic, then kind of dirty. It isn't as funny if you didn't hear what we were saying that had made the computer type this. In fact, we were talking about how stupid the writing was, coupled with lots of laughing. Now you can never complain about your friends having bad hearing. Have fun trying to make sense out of this one.

Something On Your Mind?

Since the last post was totally POINTLESS, I bet you're expecting something spectacular to make up for it right?

Well too bad buckaroonies.

Yeah, yeah, I'm such a bad poster because after just 2 posts I'm already slacking off. Well have you seen the times that I do these things?

this wicked plan was schemed by: elli- halite(zeb) at 1:30 AM

What do you make of that? And if you look a little bit down, you'll see that this one is around 11.

There are so many little incidences and issues that come up that just sucks the life out a person. Much like vampires. But vampires aren't cool, so let's go with leeches.

Yup a leech. And just like a leech, the longer you leave it on, the bigger it'll get, and the weaker you'll become. Ahh! But then the weaker you become, the less likely you'll have the strength to get rid of the leech.

Now look, I've created my own vicious circle. Now complete with metaphors.

1-800-NOLEECH hotline. Call between 11 - 1 AM. We're here for your hematophagous hermaphrodites.

For Your Convenience

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Do You Know the Muffin Man?

Yesterday night I dreamt a fascinating dream, and it went something like this...

A group of people that I knew took a trip to not Washington D.C., but state.

My little group of tourists walked towards the Farmer's market when happened upon a cookie store. Then for some ludicrous reason,I just had to steal the cookie recipe. (I think I justified it at the time by saying 'twas for Santa Clause).

Well, I can tell you that the cops didn't like that. Quite evident when two chased me to the Puget Sound.

What am I to do when faced with jail and a body of water? Well of course I, like the Gingerbread Man, choose to swim...only I didn't realize it was a dream, so my mind made it quite an unpleasant experience. Darn me for not turning the circumstances in my favor.

I don't remember much besides dead jellyfish amongst hoards of seaweed. Blegh. Until I land on the sidewalk..next to ahem, another pastry shop.

What's with the bakeries?

Turns out that my group was at this one so I went inside and picked out stupid little custards {I swear I could have smelled them} and went to chat with some people and stuff. Yeah.. it turns out that I didn't pay for anything, so I set off the sensors (for stolen bread?) and am therefore chased by the police. Again.

Thank goodness to eclairs that this is when I wake up to find that the store sensor thingy-ma-booper was actually my alarm clock going off.

Now my little piggies, do you know the meaning behind this dream?


Let me tell you. It means that Harry Potter will die a horrendous and sanguineous death.

Always the perfect ending.

The First Hour

34.5 Minutes. That's how long it took. To do what? To decide some colors, the layout, and the title. Yes, a necessary sacrafice. And we have nothing. Our feet are cold, we're thirsty, and the lions outside really don't seem too full. If only we were only stupid enough to give you our address to send food over. DON'T FORGET TO MARK IT PRIORITY SHIPPING! {I think the lions like lamb.}

Speaking of food, we had a wonderful dinner tonight. Yes, just wonderful. Over-salted macaroni hits the spot.



It's kind of funny how the "Create" page can sense your lack of creativity - once it sees that you're not really thinking hard enough the "save now" button goes gray and you know you'll be stuck on this page for a while writing a bunch of run-on sentences. I like gray. It matches the gloomy weather outside today. Very decorative.



Since we have just horrible, horrible grammar, we'll just make a list of our incomplete thoughts - so you could get into our heads a little bit:



-broken crayons and obsessive whining


-random videos watched on YouTube and complaints about invasion of privacy


-seaweed


-skeeball


-violence on television


-bleeding drumsticks


-proper posture


-poisonous water


-damp origami paper



And to top it all off, we'd like to give you a bit of information about ourselves just because we know how bored people get from reading lists.



So we'll give you another list! Authors on this blog {or at least as of now, *ahem*}:

-elli: I like poopy pastels! They're really soft and smear really nicely, when it's warm...



-norm: I used to have some pill bugs and after decaying for a while, they had flipped over and started dehydrating themselves - it was quite entertaining.



Now off to bed you go, you don't want the Oogie Boogie man to eat you all up when you've stayed past your bedtime.