oh old posts, I love ya…
So right after I posted my last post, I decided to click on the archives links and went all the way back to the year 2003, Jan, just to see what sort of loafe happenings were happening.
January 28th is a lot of fun, both in post and comments.
Actually, all of the comments in Jan of 2003 are funny. They made me laugh. Schmatrick never shows his ugly mug around here and hardly ever do my buddies at sea of humanity, which is fine I guess because I’ve gotten so frigging dull, but they were fun to have around. It was dear old Morgan’s posts that made me laugh particularly hard though, because they are very funny. good old crazy morgan and his 50 ft. headphone cord.
Also, just thought I’d let you know it was right around this time two years ago that I was finding out about the delicious bacon in my belly.
Those where the good old days!!!
What? I don’t get any kudos for being funny on that post??? Screw you, CJM! Screw YOU!**
** I’m kidding of course.
Yes yes you get two myspace kudos.
can I just say right here and now that I think that whole kudos thing on myspace is lame and in fact most of the crap on myspace is lame and that people are so annoying there but that if it weren’t for myspace I would never know some things about certain people from high school that are very very hilarious.
and besides tiffany, commenting on how funny you are is like commenting on how pretty angelina jolie is…it’s like DUH. wait, let me amend that. commenting on how funny you are is like commenting on how pretty you are…it’s sort of just a DUH, so no need to point it out.
Wait… is Tiffany the person you’ve been thinking about kissing in the post below? Tell me more.
Oh, Jonathan.
Christa, were you trying to use that LAME ASS reference from that one movie with Angelina Jolie and Ryan Phillipe about how talking about love is like dancing about architecture??? Because if you were that would be LAME ASS!
By the way, if it weren’t for MySpace, you wouldn’t know anything that was going on with your friends who you DIDN”T go to high school with! So there! Don’t MySpace HATE, MySpace congratulate! What? That doesn’t even make any sense. Sorry.
Uh huh, yes, I understand. But back to the part where you’re making out with Christa. Tell me more…