I fucking hate the boy.
Jun. 3rd, 2004 12:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impySo, I was driving home with Dad this morning after a quick jaunt to Books-A-Million [where I was sorely tempted to try and convince them I had a card under another name, and then cursed people who promised, swore, and then threatened to give me a BaM membership card and then never did] and Lowes [where I walked across the entire friggin' store in shoes that are barely meant to walk from the door to the car and back again] and I pondered:
Which is worse, your favorite music now being considered oldies, or realizing that the oldies station is no longer playing your music? Brought on by U2 being played on one of those stations that seems to try and mix things up a little too much, but seriously considers U2 to be of their "close enough, consider them oldies stuff" type. Odd.
Anyway. Stole the basic premise of this from Heidi, and the fact that it's been like six years since I last did this. The only real difference, come to think of it, is that the Daniel wall is no longer in existence. I think I'll cry about that.
Kay. You hoof it up the stairs and hang a right. You then hang another right so you don't plow into the boy's room. Walk down the hall and this you see: a door, dumbass Closer inspection and you get to read the sign. Woo and hoo.
Open zee door and look to your right and we have the wall of weird. Toddle an inch or two up and you can see most of the wall. From this angle you're most likely able to see the back of the door. Woo. To your left would be the closet, but there are no pictures. Turn around and face the room again. Not the door, fool.
Now you can turn left. No, you're not on the wall o' friends and steroes, but you might be if you send me a postcard. Scoot over a smidge. Moving right along... A wall.
Move around the dead computer and enter the domain of Bob. Had your way with Bob? Then Behold the bookcase of doom!. Because anytime I clean it off, something breaks. Is that Rose you see? Indeed. Jump onto the bed and trip over the stuffed aminals. The end.
Which is worse, your favorite music now being considered oldies, or realizing that the oldies station is no longer playing your music? Brought on by U2 being played on one of those stations that seems to try and mix things up a little too much, but seriously considers U2 to be of their "close enough, consider them oldies stuff" type. Odd.
Anyway. Stole the basic premise of this from Heidi, and the fact that it's been like six years since I last did this. The only real difference, come to think of it, is that the Daniel wall is no longer in existence. I think I'll cry about that.
Kay. You hoof it up the stairs and hang a right. You then hang another right so you don't plow into the boy's room. Walk down the hall and this you see: a door, dumbass Closer inspection and you get to read the sign. Woo and hoo.
Open zee door and look to your right and we have the wall of weird. Toddle an inch or two up and you can see most of the wall. From this angle you're most likely able to see the back of the door. Woo. To your left would be the closet, but there are no pictures. Turn around and face the room again. Not the door, fool.
Now you can turn left. No, you're not on the wall o' friends and steroes, but you might be if you send me a postcard. Scoot over a smidge. Moving right along... A wall.
Move around the dead computer and enter the domain of Bob. Had your way with Bob? Then Behold the bookcase of doom!. Because anytime I clean it off, something breaks. Is that Rose you see? Indeed. Jump onto the bed and trip over the stuffed aminals. The end.
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hee!
Date: 2004-06-05 11:44 am (UTC)Score! [which just happens to go very well with the dirty, come to think of it.]