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Bitchface.

michan — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 05:42:14 +0000

I wish my friends would have enough brains to realize by now that I tell my shit like it is. Jesus Christ. How fucking different is it to call one friend a bitch and another friend a fat bitch. So what if I was fucking detailed?

You know what? Fuck you and your hypocrisy.

On another note, I’m exploding weeks of frustration/anger/shit on you. Be flattered.

Mister Pimp Ship

michan — Sat, 23 May 2009 10:22:32 +0000

I thought it was high time to make another photo strip.

Me and Mister Coco Man

Mister Coco Man and I watched Angels & Demons and Night at the Museum 2 today.. well yesterday, since it’s 3:22a at the moment. I took the pootoes on the DSi he got me. :3

I am getting worse

michan — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 01:46:02 +0000

I’ve been swearing quite a lot lately, and have become such a… well, not racist, but I’ve been making racist jokes.

It’s not a very appealing trait in someone like me. :\

I mean just today while Mister Coco Man and I were watching Wall-E, I looked at the conglomerate logo that dominated everything (BNL), I suddenly asked, “What does BNL stand for..? Black Nigga Love?”

Mister Coco Man laughed his head off of course, and revised it to “Big Nigga Love,” and continued on to create a scenario in which a prison inmate told another to drop his soap.

But that’s all right for him, I mean, he’s Black. But I’m just a monkey.

Horsing around at the station

michan — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 22:41:59 +0000

Catwin and I love crack. Yaaaaaay~

Patrick Jane: Hello there, Migi. Have my babies.
michan: OMG YES PLOX XD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Patrick Jane: Wait so does this save?
Patrick Jane: Or does it clear every time?
michan: the IMs?
Patrick Jane: Yeah
michan: hmm.. *chex* nope
Patrick Jane: oh ogies.
Patrick Jane: I like little boys. !
Patrick Jane: oh darn
michan: XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Michael Jackson: the michael jackson thing didn’t go
Michael Jackson: oh now it did
michan: oh there
michan: OH MY GOD
michan: okay that totaly ruined my perception of hot mister patrick jane
Jade Curtiss: I’m sorry, I mistook him as Michael Jackson. XD
michan: XD
michan: JYAAYYDDEE~~ <3 *gayest Dist voice evarh*
Jade Curtiss: Jade Curtiss likes gay, effeminate men. <3
Jade Curtiss: *kishesh teh Migeh/Disteh*
michan: *squee* XD
Mori: Mm.
michan: O3O *pounces on*
michan: *gagsbindshaulsofftocave*
Mori: …o__o

The PingBox is totally anonymous. As you can see it lets you change your nickname freely.

I kind of feel like I’m setting myself up for a prank here. x:

Connecting and reconnecting

michan — Thu, 27 Nov 2008 10:02:27 +0000

So on this thanksgiving, I’ve been thinking a lot about how far I’ve gotten as a social person. And I realized that although I might not have that many friends, I at least have the pleasure of becoming close with them in some way. (Well.. in my way, really.)

I hadn’t realized how selective I’ve become with the people I associate with, at least on a much deeper level than ‘acquaintance.’ Meh. Well..

How much can you know about a person though? I always think it’s subjective, that it depends on how much of themself said person wants to reveal. That part scares me. Yet I do the same thing. (Trust issues much?)

Recently, I’ve been syncing a lot often with a couple of people (*cough*Catwin*cough*). It’s kind of like completing sentences, only in a much creepier way since we often come up with the exact same words. For example, a phone conversation in the kitchen:

C: Okay, so her name will be Cain.
M: Yes.
C: Last name… last name…
M: *rummaging through fridge, intent on finding space* Emerson.
C: –merson.
M: *stuffs* ….
C: ….
M+C: *implodes*

It’s almost as creepy as the dreams.

Happy Thanksgiving.

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