27.09.2004 ~ 10:15 pm
Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.
insufferable arsewit says: still meeting tomorrow?
su says: yeah, except i don't think mrs storkel knows
insufferable arsewit says: oh dear.
insufferable arsewit says: are you sure it's on?
su says: nothing you need to rack your pretty little head with...
insufferable arsewit says: i'm not sacrificing precious sleep time....
insufferable arsewit says: rack?
su says: i better go, i still have homework
insufferable arsewit says: me too.
su may not reply because he or she appears to be offline.
insufferable arsewit types: FUCK O-
su has signed in.
insufferable arsewit backspaces:
insufferable arsewit says: ????
su says: im sorry...
su says: goodbye...
su says: xxxxxxxxx
su may not reply because he or she appears to be offline.
insufferable arsewit says: FUCK OFF YOU CUNT. DIEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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FUCK OFF YOU CUNT. DIEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The other John - Keats is already dead. RIP, but what does he mean by "and think/till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink"? That Love and Fame become unimportant to him because he will die? Or that he will think about them until he dies? I am more persuaded by the latter. What do you all think?
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