I'm not entirely sure how I should feel at the moment. Happy that I saw her alive, moving, and breathing, or ashamed that I didn't even realize it was her until the last second and only got a few screencaps. My heart hurts right now.
Dropped some LSD and got all chillax in the sofa with a bag of easter eggs and The Rite.avi. No hit. Nothin. Nada. Nill. Figured it was cardboard, so sacked up railed $700 worth of coke and started to bounce right off. Sat there all numb in the face entranced over this cute girl that somehow appeared on my Laptop. I puzzled for a few moments what happened to Anthony Hopkins and his amateur side-kick. All I could see was Cracky, and how enticing she looked in red. Then I realized it actually was Cracky, and she was breaking the fourth wall with a snide, disapproving scowl. I think I tried talking to her at this point, but my tongue was numb from rubbing the coke and felt like a rubber chicken. I mumbled for an indeterminable length of time before realizing she wasn't looking at me, she couldn't hear me, and it was only a thread on Crackyhouse. One thread became 10, soon I had flicked threw a few hundred pages of content in what seemed like an eternity. I tear my eyes away and realize the walls are changing colour and the oak floor was reflecting outer space. At this point I realized why she would never think about me again. I am inconsequential. A few moments pass, and I glance back to realize that instead of my goddess, I had been looking at Oops! Google Chrome could not connect to www.crackyhouse.com the entire time.
encyclopedia dramatica has fallen to Sherrod "Girlvinyl" DeGrippo DeHippo, crackyhouse is down due to fail.
Bounceme prevails. fuuuuuuuck yeah.
on a related note if you ever need monies to keep bounceme up Gary I have a sizeable paypal account just waiting for you.