Of course I don't save the best writing for my journal.
Dearies, I am slightly sad to say that I have been writing things in the comment sections of other people's journals that are more interesting than what I am writing here. So I am now going to steal those words and stick them in this journal, because I am too lazy to write something better for the township of Prinsiana.
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Von was bored with the word "stupid," so I gave her twelve synonyms:
All synapse, no neuron.
Asinine.
Cretinish.
Fartworthy.
Hebetudinous.
Imbecilic.
Impudentless.
Nincompoopable.
Pauly-Shore-esque.
Smallety.
Snail-witted.
Weird-but-bad-weird-not-that-good-kind-of-weird-trust-me.
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After someone claimed that Pablo was writing too formally, I said he wasn't writing formally enough and rewrote this post by Pablo:
"I have spent the past few days playing the original mario bros. games. It has been quite entertaining and competitive. I have yet to be beaten by my brother. I'm a beast..."
as this:
"I am depleted -- a vacant soul -- from my recent fortnight sojourn scrutinizing the escapades of two wayward plumbers; it no doubt has been an engaging and spirited occasion, and I am jovial that my sibling has not the aptitude to prevail o’er me. I, dear ones, am a ogre. "
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
