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Frankenstein Sense

Blah, sicky sick. This cold seems to be going around. Oh well, it's not that bad. I finally finished this report that's been weighing on my mind all week, so I can get lots of rest tonight and be happy and stuff.

Only three short classes tomorrow. Yes.



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Sep. 17th, 2004 12:11 pm (UTC)
Cold go away, far away and never come back.
You must drink zombie juice. It's the only counter-attack.

Three short classes! Woot! Yay!

Hope you feel better Mox-Rox in a box... eating lox. Ok, I will stop now.

Sep. 17th, 2004 09:36 pm (UTC)
Yes...zombies...of course. I should've known it all along. It's so simples, yet so...simple.

They were short and whee and *haaack*.

Never stop! Never stop or I'll die and die and die and then explode and you'll have Roxie bits all over the earth, cause there's an awful lot of me.
Sep. 17th, 2004 10:29 pm (UTC)
What? Are you kidding me? Allow my wife to explode all over the earth?!?!?! I do not want you taped up and sewn back together.
So here is the news: Mox-Rox in a box with no lox...

Zombies are behind everything. They made me lose a few things. Not my sanity but other things. I just have no idea where they went.

Sep. 17th, 2004 11:05 pm (UTC)
My rat ate those things. I know, she's getting pudgy off your stuff.

Sep. 17th, 2004 11:09 pm (UTC)
She did? He did? It did? Horrendo. I might as well not leave you alone and stick a fox into the box. I cannot seem to find another rhyme. I am terribly silly. You can ignore me now.
Sep. 17th, 2004 11:19 pm (UTC)
The fox with chicken pox locks the box. The Rox box.

She did! I am yelling at her for that right now. She doesn't seem to care; she's asleep. Bah.
Sep. 17th, 2004 11:25 pm (UTC)
I know the pox was there but didn't want to use such a tragic turn of events. The Rox Box. *LOL*
You forgot Mox. [ Yer know, short for Moxie ]

*rolls on the floor* But kiss her for me, will you? Sorry that I gave her all types of sexes as I remembered it was a girl.
Sep. 17th, 2004 11:43 pm (UTC)
Of course, we musn't forget the mox.

All of my rats have been girls...cause the boys are too lazy. Heh.
Sep. 17th, 2004 11:47 pm (UTC)
I wanted a rat once. I could never have one so I gave the idea to my character. All is well that ends well.

Um, is that Christopher Lee in your icon? No wait... Malcolm? I give up. Your icons always turn tricks in my general direction.
Sep. 17th, 2004 11:53 pm (UTC)
Perhaps one day you will have a rat. Or maybe I'll lend you one of mine.

Yes, yes, it is Malcolm. :D
Sep. 18th, 2004 12:06 am (UTC)
YAY! I guessed right!!! Don't think I don't hide under a paper bag after that Alan Cumming/Steve Burns fiasco. *LOL*

Wow!!! Lend me one of yours!!! *glows* I am feeling so on top of the world.
*fast jig*
Sep. 18th, 2004 12:12 am (UTC)
Awww, it's okay! He didn't look radically different from Alan in that picture.

Haha, well, I only have one at the moment. I'll give her a kiss for you, though. How about when we die, I'll share all my past rats with you! Yay.
Sep. 18th, 2004 12:19 am (UTC)
You are so morbid. But I loveloveLOVE you anyway.

No... he looked very much like Alan... but slightly more rugged and... much more of a turn-on. Ooops. Yay.
Sep. 18th, 2004 12:25 am (UTC)
Well, we will die one day, so it's only fair that I share my pets then, right? Right.

Haha. Yay.

Aw, I can't smell my rat cause my nose is all stuffy. Grr.
Sep. 18th, 2004 12:34 am (UTC)
Actually, I am a figment of my own imagination. I wish... poo on that. You know... on the dying part. I shall get depressed. Moreso because Steve ain't helping sporting that nice little revolver as an earpiece.

Wtf? I bitchslapped that cold earlier, yo!? WTF? It's still trying me? I think another is in order. *chop-chop*
Sep. 18th, 2004 12:40 am (UTC)
Naaawww, don't get depressed. It'll all be alright. I've gotta sleep now.

Yay! That'll teach that cold.
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