Showing posts with label Help Me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Help Me. Show all posts

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Ring... Ring... Ring... Please Hold.

[...Riiing...]


[...Riiing...]


[...Riiing...]


[Sarah's birthday has been postponed in order to make time for studying for finals.]





[Please hold...]

Sunday, June 14, 2009

FML vs. My Life is Average.

They started making all those websites like "My Life is Average" after FML became popular.

(Using this as an excuse to post an FML I saw: "My friend's mother had passed away last week. Writing her a card expressing my condolences for her loss, and thinking "lol" meant "lots of love" signed it lol. FML.")

My friend Luke helped me realize something: A lot of the posts on My Life is Average are probably FML's with the endings changed. (Luke: " I follow FML like it's a bible.)
Example: I was at a pool party last Saturday. As I dove into the pool, I like felt my bikini bottoms might slip off as I fell into the water. But they didn't. My Life is average.

I'm not sure why... But I COULD NOT STOP LAUGHING.

"I had rice for dinner last night. I'm Asian. My life is Average." WUUUT?

He sent me another last night: "Today halfway through my shower I couldn't remember if I had already shampooed my hair. I think I might have shampooed it twice. My life is average."

lm...FAO.
Why are these so funny to me?

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

That's right. They ARE real. (...punk.)

So my friend Maribeth is an aspiring manga ka...
([MARIBETH] Background info: Filipino, a member of what is in Sarah's mind our "Tae Kwon Do HERD"*, very much a qt.)

(*You read that and you were like, ... da fuck? But really. They exist. I swear. Just like *opens up Microsoft Word and spell checks "Leprechaun"* leprechauns and unicorns...
And how garden gnomes come out at night and piss all over your yard (what we call "morning dew") while you're sleeping and you'll never know. You just won't. And they're all like, "Those asspricks! That'll show them to say we're not frucking real! Because guess what? We are real... punks." - Sorry, what were we talking about again?)


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... and I went to Anime Boston - for artists alley to just check out people's artwork - I swear.
Ehh... I learned a lot of new things. Like how people cosplay and non-cosplayers take pictures of them. Sure. Little did I know that they would also want to take pictures of me. For what reason, do you ask? I have no freaking idea. This is giving me a really hard time. I'm having psychological breakdown and it's all because I can not figure out WHY. Why would they do that? Do I amuse you? Do I dress freakin funny? AM I FUNNY?

... What what in da butt?

Hey hey... By the way... Does this even remotely turn anyone on..?
... Or is that just me..?
Help me. ಢ_ಢ