Shining Raichu

Good! I didn't know you still came here. How're you?

lol what was your name before i recognized you (finally) after seeing your sig honestly ^_^

I'm going to save that one up and remember it and use it at some point in the future to crush someone deserving. So thanks ;)

and alas poor whoratio, also WHY DO THEY KEEP TORMENTING YOU SUCH, you should chuck it all in and go to work in politics, I hear there's this nice dapper gent called Tony Abbott who'd take you on in a flash

and I have SO MANY wicked, wicked suggestions as to how you might have put your neck out, most of which involve you doing things no non-depraved person would even consider doing and especially not on top of a moving vehicle... but aww ;) glad it's fixed itself now

and COOL ;D do I get to see said folder, or must I imagine it? (Right now my imagination keeps circling back to Benito, Whoratio and Fellatio... can't think why :P)

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey

Pretty good too haha alittle busy with summer ending but still happy ^-^
I still love your Avatar its quite amazing and when you changed your name to shining raichu i figured out who it was :D

Hey! Howve you been?

We've now said the word 'fellatio' so many times that the cogs in my brain have snarled up and forgotten how to parse it properly... with the result that it looks more and more like a name every time I see it. 'Welcome to my humble country manor, my Lord! Allow me to introduce my three strapping sons: Benito, Horatio, and Fellatio.' ;)

and yeah, I remember being horribly fascinated by that too when we got to it in history class :P maybe it's because assassinations of public figures are so rare and documented assassinations are even rarer. I just spelt assassinations TWICE correctly without even having to go back and change it. I hope you're proud of me. :P

and nothing it's fine they've stopped being mean ;) /teenangst

Greetings Andy! It's been years since we last talked. How have things been?

I hate to break it to ya gentle sir, but over here where we speak the language properly, silverware refers pretty much exclusively to artefacts so disgustingly bejewelled they'd give the lords and ladies of yore a heart attack. ;) at least I've never encountered anyone in my sweet and simple existence who referred to their knives and forks as anything but cutlery... a joyous and wonderful word which I shall be nominating as Word of the Day. Nay month. Nay YEAR. CUTLERY B*TCHES :D

(and that's probably the first and last time those two words have ever been used in conjunction. BOOM LANGUAGE FIRST)

also

WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY ANDY D': YOU VILE IMPOSTER, ANDY WOULD NEVER SAY SUCH A THING

Hahahahaaaa oh my god you have SILVERWARE. I don't know why that's funny but it IS. It's so fucking Downtown Abbey I could scream. Do you also have a carved silver sandwich platter passed down solemnly through the ages? Are all your forks family heirlooms? Does your crown stay on straight when it's windy? I'm sorry that's mean, but hahahahahahahahahahaha SILVERWARE. ;) xxx

and actually 'don't cum where you eat' would outlaw pretty much all of that delightful activity people seem to enjoy doing with their mouths, so hmph to that sir. ;) Never woulda taken you for such a prude. Harrrrrrrumph.

snickleSILVERWAREsnorkle

snerk snerk

*preens* I am beautiful, it's true. But never before have I been called beautiful beautiful. I'm quite flattered. ;) Thou hast pleased thy emperor, slave. Thou mayst approach the throne and stroke the emperor's head.

I knooowww :( this state of affairs has been crawling inexorably to this intolerable conclusion! (I tried to cram another impressively doom-laden word beginning with 'in' into that sentence, but failed. SORRY.) I remember with misty eyes the days in which nary an hour would pass betwixt message and reply, and stretches of a week were occasions for shock and affrontment. The sort of thing village elders would harrumph at, as they shook their beards sadly at the state of the younger generation. (Although in your case I use the word 'younger' in its loosest possible sense.) ;)

...Okay so maybe my recollections are tinted with softly glowing sepia and also I was never that quick, THE TIMEZONES SAW TO THAT cough grumble rargh, but yeah! I do feel like our mammoth, geography-defying correspondence has slowed to a mere trickle as of late. Which is Cloysterish, because anything that can be described as geography-defying should be praised and adulated and engaged in as often as possible. Because fuck geography. Um, I've forgotten where I was going with this.

OH YES THAT'S RIGHT. Basically I miss you, let's talk more ;) and not one, but two new business endeavours? How dashing! How daring! And if you succeed beyond your wildest dreams, I fully expect half your money in alimony, bitch. xx

grandpa

Our landlord is an asshole in California, and he's pretty unwilling to help with anything(the lease pretty much protects him from having to, anyway). I could do that but talking to him reminds me of talking to my father lmao.

I actually did go turn it off... and then I turned it right the fuck back on again because it enables me to watch this website innocently refer to people as Cloysters. Which makes my little brain snerkle. RAGE AWAY, I LIKE IT

also here is a present for you, it is about a call centre ONLY I PROMISE IT'S MORE EXCITING THAN THAT SOUNDS, enjoy ;)

http://www.theguardian.com/tv-and-radio/2013/jun/01/tvod-the-call-centre

It's weird because I'm bored but busy as hell?? My boyfriend and I are renting a house together, but it has so many issues that I have no time for the Internet right now I feel like crying.

the name is not very discrete andy

oh my andy clementine

How have you been