I shake my fist.
July 2nd, 2008 by APK
Sitting here at my desk, music playing and all is right with the world. Then the explosions started. Took a quarter of a second to remember it’s 4th of July weekend and that the random fireworks outside will get more and more annoying.
But for a second there I totally wanted to open my window and scream “Damn kids, get off my lawn!”
I need a shotgun and rocking chair so I can go sit outside.
** Good morning, universe. Or good night. Whichever.
** Why do people talk to me?
** Addendum
** Fun on a Saturday.
** Touched by Madness, but not Venom.
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July 3rd, 2008 at 11:55 am
No shooting strange children. Just take pot shots at the ones you recognize.