I can't believe this. I'm discussing with alex all the finer points about where you can kick a guy in a very strategically important place, complete with mousetraps and my msn nic, which he figured out enough, but not enough not to have a completely warped idea which is really, really sick.

Don't Panic! says:
screen name
Don't Panic! says:
[Lich] Cuius testiculos habes, habeas cardia et cerebellum says:
oh that
[Lich] Cuius testiculos habes, habeas cardia et cerebellum says:
that's just a piece of practical advice
[Lich] Cuius testiculos habes, habeas cardia et cerebellum says:
like
[Lich] Cuius testiculos habes, habeas cardia et cerebellum says:
if you meet a robber on the street
[Lich] Cuius testiculos habes, habeas cardia et cerebellum says:
and you happen to carry, say, a mousetrap
[Lich] Cuius testiculos habes, habeas cardia et cerebellum says:
then you'll know how to get away
[Lich] Cuius testiculos habes, habeas cardia et cerebellum says:
shrugs innocently
Don't Panic! says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA that's innocent?
Don't Panic! says:
you carry mousetraps with you?
Don't Panic! says:
or
Don't Panic! says:
cattle prod

And in another convo wanjoo is calling me dirty-minded, which is ALL because of that stupid fuginn shouting it out in the middle of the corridor. I should, like, walk around with a plastic bag on my head.

I want a locker in school. I really, really want a locker in school. Then I can dump change of clothes and shampoo there and then I can join a sports cca like recre bad cause I can finally bathe in school. I feel like a lump of lard just melting away in the heat. Grrr. Then stupid melmel jiejie comes and talks to me about mountains and how it's cold up there. rwoar.

I'm incoherent now.

Oh man fuginn just called me a dirty-minded.

I'm such a sad kid. Emozz