i miss Milo

Well, it´s good to know when you´re well-liked. And I certainly seem to be so, don´t I?

*breaks down in a corner and starts to cry*

 

I like you!

 

:thumbup:

 

Thank's, guys *sniff* You´re the only ones I got.

 

What about that six-month-old potato salad growing in your fridge? I'm sure it could keep you company.

 

It doesn´t look like a potatosalad anymore, and it is no longer in the fridge. It lives in my livingroom. I call it "George".
And yes, George is my friend.

 

Awww, we're all gushy. I guess I better own up to. I don't hate all of you.

 

... But you still hate me, right? Right?

 

One more "right" and you wouldn't have to ask.

 

Whoa! You didn't hate me yet? That's cool. Most people tends to hate me before they even meet me.

 

Don't flatter yourself. I'm neutral to most people I meet and it takes awhile to change that either way. (Though I might make an exception for you.)

 

Ok, ok. Don't you mind me, I'm just a loon from Sweden who has been drinking too much Vodka. Promise.

 

Can I have some? I might not hate you then.

I hate this fucking school, it's dryer than British television.

 

You hate me, right? right?

 

You? Yes.

 

Here you go, Blinky!
*tosses some brand Vodka to the bear*

Enjoy.

 

*smile*

 

Straight or on the rocks most of the time. If I'm feeling creative I start mixing. Usually some type of juice, as they go well with vodka.