7.12.07
Wow. Time flies. It's already like nearing the end of the holidays. I know I'm thinking too much, but hey, it's already like more than half gone.
Damn.
And what have I been doing all this while? Runescape, Runescape, and more Runescape.
Dang, life needed.
Oh wait I forgot my Milo. How could I?
Ok, prepared. It's steaming hot. I like it like that. Woohoo.
And of course it's saturated with Milo powder.
I received a complaint about it though. About my calculation of Milo spendings. For the sake of argument let's just put it at say 35cents. Multiplied by 4, it becomes a whooping $1.40. Then multiply it by 30. Wow, I won't divulge that heavenly figure, it's too astronomical for anyone to take. I don't need people puking blood all over their own PCs due to this figure I came up with. It's almost impossible to see this huge amount of money.
Yes.
So, let Master Lee teach you how to make yourself a good cup of Milo.
Just spam the Milo powder. Don't care. Fill your cup with Milo powder. 1/3 full please. Then pour in boiling water. Or at least DAMN HOT water.
Then stir.
Depending on your taste, choose to either drink it like that, or pour some milk in. Spam the milk and you're rather much of an ass and I shan't talk to you. I don't talk much to animals. Unless they're cats/dog/poultry. I talk to dogs and cats, telling them how deprived I am of meat. I talk to food, telling it that'd it'd be safe within my stomach food. I don't like food that resists me.
Ass? No. I'm not talking to donkeys, thank you. Oh wait, donkey meat...now that sounds fun.
Anyway. I'm facing a roadblock. Unless the roadblock somehow removes itself from my path, I'm stuck. I'm that useless. I can only walk down this path. I can't find other exits, even though there are signs that show that there'd be 'Concealed exit ahead'.
So what if you said? It's concealed. I can't find it because I'm colourblind and useless and you can't expect much from me when I don't even know what I'm talking about.
Damn. Milo makes me hot. I should sleep early. This way I can wake up earlier.
And miaow u. Don't need to suan me. I know my England no good. Dang.
Let me psyche myself into believing that I'm tired. I'm tired. All good? K.
-- 12/07/2007 02:29:00 AM
