OMG!

[elly427]

Want to kill chatty girls sitting across from me in computer lab. Shut the fuck up! I have no time in which to finsih this paper! Stop talking about being at Starbucks at 5 in the morning! NO ONE CARES, least of all the ENTIRE COMPUTER LAB, okthanxbi.

*wishes for the ability to kill people with MY MIND OMG!*

ETA: Today, internet radio is inordinately fond of that "Milkshake" song in which something is bringing all the boys to the yard, but gosh darn it if I know what.

But. RAGE. Yes.

ETA2: Now there's six of them talking! There's only so loud the music goes before my head explodes! BOOM! ARRRRGHHH!

Comments

[splash-the-cat.livejournal.com]

Any chance you can "accidentally" trip over the cords for thier machines and disconnect them? Ooooh, or scrub your feet on the carpet, build up a good charge, and then touch their computer (I used to accidentally reoot my work machine because it was so dry in out office and the static shocks were harsh).

*HUGS*

[elly427.livejournal.com]

You are an evil genius. Evil. And I like it. I'm reaching to pull the cords with my feet right . . . now.

And dude. That's static. Huh. Who knew you could do that?

*offers academically tortured hugs for both of us*

[mylittleredgirl.livejournal.com]

My icon brings all the boyz to the yard.

[elly427.livejournal.com]

And they're like, it's better than yours (mine? Oh pronouns, how you screw me over constantly.)

[mylittleredgirl.livejournal.com]

I think I heard the song like *once*, but all my old college friends picked up the slang and it stuck. It amuses me.

*shakes*

[karma-aster.livejournal.com]

Stop talking about being at Starbucks at 5 in the morning!

(snerks)But a well-placed apostrophe suddenly makes that a conversation that I very much want to hear.

Mmm...Kara...