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Let's hope that this works this time.
As most of you should know, last time I tried to blog, it.. Well, didn't. One massive blog and two minors, lost. Gone into the winds of time. Damnit.

Well, I'm back due to much demand (Or.. PEstering might eb a better term.) and I'm here tot ell you how my life's been going.

It's been fine. Bye.

--Kiljoy
"The Yellow pants suit the murderour gleem in your eye."








Ok! Ok! I'll tell you more... Geez...

Well... Let's see....
I'm assuming that everyone who reads this also reads Tash's journal.. Well, even if you don't, you'll know that there was some bowling to be had, not long ago...
Well, not long before it occured, Damo invited me along. Much obliged Omad. Much obliged. Though, this ask Stu just before seems to eb a habit of his.. More on that later.
Yick.. Misspelling all over the place.. My brain is all fuzzy... Hey, I haven't read PVP Onlne ina while! Crap! Gonna have to do that soon...

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. Bowling. So, I got invited, went up, bus load of noisy, annoying young folk... Got there. Tash. Christine... Wait a secodn. Somethign was different.. Chrissy had died her hair! Well.. IT didn't look that different, and I think there's a non-disclosure agreement somehwere about it's colour. But the lights weren't bright enough to make the colour change that obvious to partially colour blind Stu eyes. And then, we donned our clown shoes and bowled.

I was leading for msot of it... I've improved a lot since the last tiem. I cam third on 111 points, behind tash and Noodles who caught up at the end. But the thing I'm most proud of? I used a 15 pounder. Yup. Mighty proud. I'm like, Hercules or something. Arg. Anways, Hungry Jacks, chips, kiddie slide. IT's a standard formula, but this time, ti was nto to be...

There was, you see, an evil Manager! He was.. Evil. Very evil. And loud. He yelled at us, despite there not ebing anything ANYWHERE sayign we couldn't go on the slide. He told us to act our age. We were, we just ahppen to like kiddie slides... On the pswing, he was old, and still working at Hungry Jacks. By that age, I'll probably own my own Software company and make 4 times the salary he does. He is, a little man...

Anyway, wnader back to Bowling alley, Noodles play shootign game, Tash and Chrissy need to leave. Noodles we didn't disturb because he was all playing the game like. Sorry Noodles. So, we went over, waited a while.. But he didn't realise we'd left, or finish... So, tehy had to go, just as they got int eh car, he started heading over. But, by teh tiem they'd pulled away, he wasn't even half way. Sorry Noodles, sorry Christine. I was supposed to pass ona hug to Noodles.. Eheh.. No.
Lots of No.

So, we boarded the bus and went back to Busso. Ew. Spit balls. The little *&*%&$*$((#*$&%*$#*#*$&$*#*#*%$&%&%$*#*($(#*$%&% on the back seat had gotten Straws and servettes from Hungry Jacks and were firign Spitballs at us, and each other. Disgusting little **%&%^^@*#&!!)@9474&#($%*%*(#()#*$(3*#$S!!! So, Servettes and Straws were confiscated. They produced more. Many people got much mad.
Calming breath.

Hmm.. What else has happened. Saw Peggy recently. She's cool. =)And my friend, evne though ,y page doesn't say it. Got aBuffy Shirt. =D IT's bad ass. Ummm... Got my car back from the shop, finally. IT had bad wheel bearings. Now, ti drives like.. I don't know. Sex on wheels or some suggestive, silky sounding thing. IT's beautiful. I musta wasted 2 or 3 litres of fuel just driving around after I got back form Bowling. It was beautiful...

Umm... What else.. Tash and Chrissy had their ball Saturday. Peggy had hers Friday, when I went bowling. I'm sure they all looked INCREDIBLE, seeing as I haven't seen photoes yet (Hint hint), I'll have to assume. And I hope you all had fun, lots of fun. Even if I do feel left out.

Well, that's it. and now I really am done. Fear my 1337 long blog.

Oh, wait. No it's not.

Chances are I'm also going to this Easter camp thing now, which Damo only invited me to today, and it's on like, next weekend. (Easter camp .Get it?) So, that should be cool. Get to hang with my favourite folks. Catch up, take along lots of choclate. And I mean.. LOTS... Of choclate. Mmmm... =D

Well, now I'm done.
Stay tuned True Believer.
--Kiljoy
"No one can hear you scream in space, but can they ehar you whine? Pant? Whisper? Shout?"
posted by Unknown at 4/08/2001 04:40:00 AM [edit]