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Screw weapons of mass destruction...DOWN WITH PAPER Um. OW. I just went to put paper in our printer, because I wanted to print a story for Journalism class, because I didn't do my current events homework last night... But hey, what if I picked one, and then an event was more currenter today, huh? Yeah, I thought so. Anyway, so the printer wasn't communicating with the computer or summat. Go figure. It never works right when I want to use it. It frickin' hates me, I swear. But, turns out that it was only out of paper this time, and that it wasn't going on strike because I am evil and will surely bring it's nation to doom. Or something. And I only try to kill it half the time. But it asks for it, dang it. So, yeah, I grabbed my stack o' papers, and then leaned down to put them in the printer. I did the thing where you knock them all together on the ground to make them the same height, and THAT'S when they just went *schzing* right into my hand. OW. Dear god, I have a papercut. From like, 30 sheets of paper. Ow ow ow! Okay, so I'm not bleeding... but I reserve the right to be a big girl any time I want. And guess what! The printer STILL won't print. Because if it's little printer legs would develop, it would be standing up, walking away, quite possibly dancing, with a guitar while singing, "Rachel is the DEVIL, we've got to kill the DEVIL!" And I would immediately request to stay home from school, because, uh... my printer is singing death songs about me. Does that qualify as crazy? Can I call in crazy? Meep. <-Ghost-> |
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