Whee

I figured out how to customize my journal. Aren't I great? And I stole the backround from somewhere, can't remember where though.

Oh, and all shall bow down to my dictatorness. Yes.

Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! Last Wednesday I gave change to a homeless guy (19 points). Last week I ruled Canada as a cruel and heartless dictator (-700 points). Last Tuesday I farted in an elevator (-6 points). In February ladyjaida and I robbed a bank (-50 points). In November I stole nota_lone's purse (-30 points). Overall, I've been naughty (-767 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking! Sincerely, girlnamedxena

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And now for my own amusement:

I'm going to make a list of out-of-date slang words that I need to start using. These are taken from various sources online, and apparently a lot of older slang is still used today. Whodathunkit?

( the keen-o hip cat was gone to my groove )

 

And I know some of these words are well known/still in use/whatever, but they're cool and I want to remember them. Either that or they have different usages now and I think that's cool. I'm an etemologist at heart.

There are soooo many fun words! *dances* I'm going to have to write a fanfic or story that uses ALL language like this.

Oh, and the site where I got this stuff from is here

 

 

I haven't had this much fun, in, liek, foverever!

Sorry to Janine and Steve, but I needed an outlet for my *cough* creativity. And I know some of the slang is new, but that's the fun of it! So here you go, a story written almost completely in indescipherable slang.

"I'm so jazzed," Caroline said.

"Fuckin' A!" Janine agreed. "Swing is totally teh love !!11!!eleventyone!"

"There're some seriously cool-headed daddy-os grooving to the jive." Caroline observed. "I'm going on the make."

Janine watched Caroline draw designs all some a far-out cat, until Steve, a square but keen dude sat down beside her.

"That is one real gone chick." He said, watching Caroline flail around like a paper-shaker.

"Yeah, it's pretty hairy. I should get in there before she goes and bogarts all the meat." Janine got up.

"Hey, I'm one outta sight dancer, if you know what I mean. Wanna shag ass and go to the passion pit or watch the submarine races?" Steve asked hopefully.

"Climb it, Tarzan. I'm going to the kybo." Janine said in an effort to put the kibosh Steve's skuzz attention, then booked it out of there.

 

 

I know it's not very long, but I didn't want to start repeating terms.