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[Mar. 12th, 2004|02:44 am] |
The sword!! I found my orc sword!! It was under the desk, and managed to not get sucked up by the vaccuum cleaner the other night. It's still a faux-rusted piece of plastic crap, but I FOUND it.
Begging your pardon, O Plastic Master, but I think I saw Annie picking her teeth with it awhile ago.
.....eww.
In other news, the Ring is gone. I thought it was secure, tied tightly about my neck with a twist tie, but SOMEONE had a bout of fangirlism the morning after Oscar night and robbed me of it so she could wear it to school. Theif. It now lies unprotected on the kitchen counter. I must begin a quest to retreive it.
Er.. I think it looks pretty safe over there, Mr. Frodo. That flower vase isnt going to do it any harm.
Oh Sam, Sam, my dear plastic Sam. Your naivete is truly astounding, for that is no flower vase, it is an empty Thomas Kemper's root beer bottle posing a flower vase. It is, I daresay, a tricksy and false bottle. Even the flowers are fake. I wouldnt trust it as far as I could throw it.
You couldnt. It's at least 3 times your height.
Well then I've made my point, haven't I?
I suppose. Hey, while you have the rusty plastic toothpick out, could you poke our life-scale roommate and tell her to go to bed because she has production class tomorrow?
I taketh not commands from you, Gardener of the Plastic Realm.
Oh please. You are so my bitch in the 3rd film.
FFFFF....... igwit.
.... you almost said it.
Said what?
...the word.
I did not.
Oh you so did. Almost. In your own journal. For SHAME, Mr. Frodo.
You want a facefull of Plastic Sting?
Bring it, Scabby,
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| A fine and MERRY Yule to you all. |
[Dec. 25th, 2003|03:01 pm] |
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My heart is shrivelled.
My soul is dead.
My feet kind of hurt.
I think I might be getting a pimple.
And I dont have any cheese to go with my whine.
To top it off, I've been stuck in a duffle bag with a VHS tape, a 4 Disc DVD set, some sort of cookie tin and a bunch of dirty socks for like 3 days.
C'est la vie du crap.
That is all.
...hey... this cookie tin is full of COOKIES...
..And so it seemed.. at least for awhile... that Plastic Frodo's shrivelled heart grew THREE sizes that day... and he may have had a merry christmas after all... |
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[Dec. 13th, 2003|01:51 am] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Carbon Leaf - Desperation Song | ] |
Welcome one and all to my bitter little journal. Created soley as a means for a 5-inch plastic hobbit to not be one-upped by a certain 6 foot cardboard Elf who recently acquired his own journal, the posts may be few and far between. Those that exist may be angry, or nonsensical, as I battle the eternal suffering caused by the Ring of Power and attempt to couteract it with large amounts of caffiene.
It should be an interesting journey. Or not. |
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