Quote of the Day

Shiloh: "That's either the Monkees or the Beatles."

Gabrielle: "It's...Bob Dylan, actually..."

Quote of the Day

"Hearing a nun's confession is like being stoned to death with popcorn."

~ Archbishop Fulton Sheen

bahahaha

HA

'Stuff I Like' fixed! YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME, BLOGGER!

Quote of the Day

"Dude, get a boyfriend, a new one. Seriously, go out, find a hot dude, be all, "You’re hot, I mean hi," then when he looks disgusted and says “Ew, no!” go eat some ice cream and watch a romance flick. Then do it again. Rinse, wash, repeat, until sex."

~ Elliott

Quote of the Day

Thomas: "Prefrosh in Saga - it's what's for dinner!"

*prefrosh sitting nearby begin whispering anxiously*

Quote of the Day

"She's at that impossible age between 11 and 25..."

~ Monk

*sighs very loudly*

Where the HELL is all my 'stuff I like?' That little blogroll thinger took a long time to set up and now it is all GONE. Pffff.

to business (TO BUSINESS!)

Probably the only person who would get the above title is one of my brothers, and even then only possibly if it were shrieked at the right decibel with the proper accompanying hand gesture. (Why does 'hand gesture' always sound like it's referring to flipping the bird? Maybe it's just me...)

I'm changing the title/webby address again, mostly because the current-soon-to-be-former title (Logicgal) while kind of stupidly clever, utilizes the word 'gal' (which I dislike) and is also a relic of my May Mania.

I really advise anyone reading this for the first time to disregard anything posted in May that isn't a Quote of the Day. And actually a lot of things in April are bullshit too...*watches everyone run off to read those two months* And despite my best efforts I haven't been able to figure out how to delete posts yet, so, er, yeah. I figured out how to delete things, bitches! BITCH-IZ.

May Mania will be DEFEATED, dammit.

!!!

Oh. My. God.

DAN SAVAGE IS COMING TO WHITWORTH ON THE 21ST OF OCTOBER.

*squee*

Quote of the Day

"The black stuff in your pencil is actually crystallised soul. When you die, you become pencils. Lots of them."

~ Elliott