Pattycake, Pattycake, baker man.
Monday, 5 August 2002 04:45![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zachariahWell. Well well well well, wellwellwellwellwellwell. Interesting.
I guess it is true what they say; no money, no service. This is true for everyone, apparently, on all levels of this giant dying tree. *snarls* If the love of money is the root of all evil, it should be a simple decision to do away with the money-based economy system. I wish. 0_o
So. No more web site for Zach, until he finds mo' money ^^ Sounds familiar. Been here before, done this a time or two? Indeed. And let's stop speaking of Zach in the third person, okay? Little spooky.
Happy belated birthday to me. I had something called the Black Hole Chocolate Cake, the recipe for which I will post soon. 'Twas delicious. I also got clothes, some of which rocked, some of which rocked harder. I can't even wear some of them at the same time, or I will be rocking too hard to be coherent to my fellow citizens. Not that they ever understood me anyway, but such is the case when most of your friends are anarchists, with you (meaning me) being the sole pacifist. Again, indeed.
Oekaki is odd. I enjoy doing them, but I hate the style I automatically find myself using when I do so. I must resolve this anon.
Enough, silence! Food, then sleep? Or perhaps reversed? We shall see.
Peace.
I guess it is true what they say; no money, no service. This is true for everyone, apparently, on all levels of this giant dying tree. *snarls* If the love of money is the root of all evil, it should be a simple decision to do away with the money-based economy system. I wish. 0_o
So. No more web site for Zach, until he finds mo' money ^^ Sounds familiar. Been here before, done this a time or two? Indeed. And let's stop speaking of Zach in the third person, okay? Little spooky.
Happy belated birthday to me. I had something called the Black Hole Chocolate Cake, the recipe for which I will post soon. 'Twas delicious. I also got clothes, some of which rocked, some of which rocked harder. I can't even wear some of them at the same time, or I will be rocking too hard to be coherent to my fellow citizens. Not that they ever understood me anyway, but such is the case when most of your friends are anarchists, with you (meaning me) being the sole pacifist. Again, indeed.
Oekaki is odd. I enjoy doing them, but I hate the style I automatically find myself using when I do so. I must resolve this anon.
Enough, silence! Food, then sleep? Or perhaps reversed? We shall see.
Peace.
