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I’m famous (well, duh)
16 years ago
I was sent an email this morning, with the subject line “You’re famous!” Always good to grab my attention… this was the link that followed.
I was in a bar last week (a real one, the kind where you can drink without using a forward slash) with a World of Warcraft fan. We were discussing the upcoming G.A.M.E. event and how she wanted to volunteer in order to get in. She almost caught herself before saying, “I would do it just for the experience points.” Nice. I explained to her that there are three things I will never try: heroin, chicken-fried steak, and World of Warcraft. My justification is that I’m afraid I’d like them so much that they would eventually lead to my death.
HAHA! Oh god. I need a freaking life.
Also, I cancelled my Friendster account today, because they fired one of their employees for blogging. This is an old story, but one that I just caught wind of for whatever reason. And I don’t like it one bit.
“Think Differently Music”
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Apparently the Wu Tang Clan loves Apple the most. This is real, as reported by Wired. If I knew anything about pop-culture, I’d have probably already known this.
Uh… I just noticed that the Wu Tang website is on Sony Music. So I’m gonna have to encourage you to not actually buy this CD. Or else you’re in for a world of trouble.
Why the Myspace Top 8 is a terrible idea.*
1J – John
V – Me
*John didn’t put me on his Top 8, so I threw a fit. John, in case you don’t know, is my 14 year old brother. Real mature, I know…
J: was that a hint of sarcasm?
V: no, never. me?
J: you’re right veronica. no sarcasm ’round here
V: nope, none.
V: none at all
V: there, i’ve replaced you with beer.
V: i like beer better anyhow
J: lol
J: thankies wonka, you make me feel real special
V: well, you put some fat kid named m-something on there instead of me!
J: lol
V: you deserve it
V: leo’s are so not loyal
J: thats the incredible greg
J: psht. yes we are
J: fine
V: ha! lies
J: you have yoru own spot
V: maybe i don’t want it, belmont
V: i don’t want your fucking handouts
J: well, you got it, V
V: I win!
Brat.
