Xanga lacks the appropriate emoticon for the last half an hour of a mind numbing twelve hour night shift. So I’ll combine a few. I need a face that conveys incoherent random babbling. Twitchy stretching and impromptu bouncing. Eye rubbing and spastic foot tapping.
You know that scene in the Simpsons where Homer’s in outer space annoying the two other manly men astronauts. And he’s floating around, honing in and devouring the chips while a classical score accompanies his chomping. Look out they’re ruffled! And he eventually plows right into the red ant colony, giving them horrible, horrible freedom. And on earth, channel 4 news goes live to the shuttle for a shot of the action. But they get the giant flyby of the red ant. Well I’ve been dealing with that all night. One’s been crawling over the garage entrance security camera incessantly, periodically blocking out the whole 17 inch monitor. That’s it.
There’s a young woman here on the weekends that I think likes me. Or just enjoys flirting anyway. The problem is that I’m always so goddamn braindead that my responses are about as witty and nuanced as one would expect from a disgruntled caveman. She really seems to sashay and shake those hips when she passes by the desk and out the door though. I wonder if it’s for my benefit or if it’s just some sort of congenital hip disorder. It’s not fair because I’m stuck at the desk and she can plan her little clever remark and come down and sabotage me with it at a time of her choosing. Next time she asks me what I’m reading I’m going to say, “Oh just Virgil’s Aeneid, in it’s original Greek form, of course. I find the English translation lacks the punch of dactylic hexameter. Iambic pentameter is so bland in comparison, don’t you think?” And as I say this, I’ll probably be prominently holding my brightly multicoloured Harry Potter book under her nose. blesahkhaksjghksjg. This post is garbage. I’m so tired. 10 minutes and im outta here.
The Ancient Undergrad 
or she would just say, “Virgil wrote in Latin dumbass.” goodnight.
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I do think nature has an insect harassment squad under her wing. Whenever I turn on my webcam to watch over my room or to chat, for some reason a tiny winged bug or moth obsesses over the cam lense. So all I see every so often is fluttering wings… and the occasional ninja o_o;
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there could be a market for ant-vision.
ants ant ants!17 inches of pure ant, baby!! ant gone wild!!!
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Hehe… I love that episode of The Simpsons… especially the part where Barney sings ‘I am the greatest model of a major modern general’ and does backflips.
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I, for one, welcome our evil ant overlords!
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i hate harry potter. with a fervor. yes, i have read them all. and yes, i did buy a copy of numero 6. but, despite it all, i hate harry potter and i wish all those who love him to die a terrible and painful death, preferably by way of red ant colonies gone haywire.
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Any post that incorporates the phrases “dactylic hexameter” AND “ambic pentameter” can be nothing less than gold. Pure gold.
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lol! You have the best incoherent babble there is. I think I would miss it if you stopped…
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I think that this post is best read when the reader is in a state of exhaustion as complete as the one in which it was written, down to the bouncing and spastic tapping.
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If she’s worth her salt, she’ll love that response, then laugh at the Harry Potter book. Flirt. The more you flirt, the more you feel free, and you need to feel free right now. I have never cheated on ayone in mylife, and Imean that, but there are subtle ways to prepare one’s self to break off a relationship. I think this Merle thing will–or should-come to a head/ending soon. The feelings you’re describing are starting to have even ME in a panic.
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I’m curious how you imagine me.
In any case, I read “Me talk pretty one day” and everytime he tried to give any sort of physical description of himself, I’d get confused. Maybe because you’re the one always suggesting I read him, or maybe because I see personality characteristics in common (except for being gay, a druggie, an art-wannabe, uneducated and just about everythign else) thatmy mental image of him is actualy of you, standin gon the peir, a picture ou posted near Christmas. Weird
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you must be doing something right if she keeps coming back for more…eh?
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find an emoticon for that!!!!!
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ummmm, so like i tried to find these so i could ask if you had a means of deleting them, because i realy don’t want anyone else running into them
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