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The Terrible Writings of Quentin Montejo
Serial experiments on a fallen archangel who only wanted to regain just one wing back
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Free of the World. Rain worshipper. Hermit. Tormented mind.
Caged spirit. Defiant and eternal enemy of Destiny and Fate. Poet. Scientist. Artist. Daydreamer.
He who laughs. Slacker. Sleeper. Romancer of wings and clouds. Fiercely independent. He who is ponderous.
Games and anime junkie. Four eyes. Caveman. Nature-lover. He who doesn't think that hard. Non-smoker.
Music-junkie. Counter of blessings. Guitar-hugger.
He who simply wants what everybody else would like to be in this world and the next -- to be happy. |
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Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Again, The Laundry
They better be dry today as I have two more batches to deal with. One for my office clothes (btw, I'm wearing a really cool shirt today *grin*), and one for my pants. And you know WHY I have to do that? It's because my darnable roomate is using the tub container to temporarily hold the fish/shark while cleaning the aquarium!
And what's in the aquarium you ask? Why, nothing much mate. Just a cichlid swimming belly up and breathing sand -- heck, I think it's begging to be grilled (as to what you'll taste like my dear fish, I dare not reckon over a plate of steak) Ooh, that's interesting, it must be on its way to evolve into a new kind of pokemon called DeadFishachu! Nasty! *mouth froths*  posted by Quentin |
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