WHY SO SERIOUS
sometimes I like to misplace capital letters.
OR USE THEM EXCESSIVELY.
the ps3 has lost internet connection, which means I have lost the epic battle of dungeon defenders vs. netflix. the intro music to dungeon defenders sounds eerily similar to marvel: ultimate alliance, resulting in dashed hopes and crushed dreams. I suspect that I have been outsmarted in a ruthless conspiratorial coup d’état, but power only comes to those with proof. you win this round, monsieur de paolo sacre bleu, but my name is marice romeroya, you killed my netflix, prepare to die.
my gay roommates have taught their non-spayed puppy to hump on command.
there is a toyota venza in my apartment’s lot that parks like a bird pecked his eyes out and replaced them with kidney stones. I would like to pee in his gas tank, but I lack the necessary equipment to do so effectively and paolo says that is untoward (although he didn’t actually use that word). I will settle for pitching a series of tents around his car and holding up signs that express that I stand with the 99% who think you’re an asshole.
I used to be able to read and write french really well but all I can think to say now is je pouvais lire et écrire le français très bien, mais tout que je peux penser à dire maintenant est
C’EST LA CHANSON QUI NE FINIT JAMAIS.
bitch.
