My So-Called Blog

In these times of blogular war, things get dirty real fast. People say things, words are like arrows to the heart. But nothing hurts more than childhood memories trounced out as stealth hits. Just wrong.

So after the Halloween of my youth was displayed for the world (er, this sad web of degenerates) to see, I embarked on Mission Make the Kralys Hate DICKie. I'm sad to report that it did not go as planned.

SCENE: Kitchen, post-attack, Mom, Dad, CK....

CK: Listen to what that idiot DICKie did...(describes horror of photo-posting betrayal)

Mom: "Well, it could've been worse." Laughter

Dad: "Hip." Laughter

Shit. Well, apparently DICKie is still welcome in the CK household. (Just as long as I'm not there.)

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2006-01-08 4:11 PM Mission Unaccomplished Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: Aaargh. Read/Post Comments (2) Share on Facebook	In these times of blogular war, things get dirty real fast. People say things, words are like arrows to the heart. But nothing hurts more than childhood memories trounced out as stealth hits. Just wrong. So after the Halloween of my youth was displayed for the world (er, this sad web of degenerates) to see, I embarked on Mission Make the Kralys Hate DICKie. I'm sad to report that it did not go as planned. SCENE: Kitchen, post-attack, Mom, Dad, CK.... CK: Listen to what that idiot DICKie did...(describes horror of photo-posting betrayal) Mom: "Well, it could've been worse." Laughter Dad: "Hip." Laughter Shit. Well, apparently DICKie is still welcome in the CK household. (Just as long as I'm not there.) Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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