April 25, 2006

Damning things

I wish something would actually happen when you damned things.
"Damn this lawnmower!"
I wish the object in question would burst into flames and disappear into the depths of hell or something. *FOOM* and it would be gone.

Same thing with blessing people. They should just go straight to heaven.

Just imagine someone sneezing in class, and some dumb bitch instinctively says bless you and the sneezer vanishes. How are you supposed to feel? You'd never see the person again, but they're in fucking heaven!

I think it should make an incredibly loud sound too. A big *WHOOSH*, and you should feel the wind.

*sigh*, I can only dream...

Posted by Insomniac at 06:29 AM | Comments (0)

April 02, 2006

The band artist gets all the groupies

Or at least, I'm hoping that's the case.

I may have to beg for a 5-second triangle solo or something to get my dues.


I plan on finishing this eventually. When I do you'll all have to buy the shirts, hats, coffee mugs, mousepads, ... thongs, and of course tickets to the shows whenever they play!

They had their first show (at least with the two new members, one of which being my best friend), at the epiphany music store a while back. They're really good, and I'm not just saying that.

Posted by Insomniac at 04:47 AM | Comments (0)