I thought I would make it clear to everyone that I am in love with Google. If Google was a woman I would make sweet, sweet love to her. Even if it was a guy, I’d consider it. But for sake of argument, and confirmation of my sexuality, let’s assume Google is a girl. She could find everything I need, convert on the spot, and define everything for me from at least three sources. She’s perfectly okay with me personalizing her to my every need. She’s a very thrifty shopper and always finds the best deal. She can translate every language for me, help me to get where I’m going, and introduce me to all her friends who I can relate to!

I think we’d have beautiful babies. They’d have Googly eyes, be curious about everything, and if they ever got out of hand I’d just unplug them. I’D PLUG THEM BACK IN LATER! (Sickos)

The only problem is that everyone wants to use her. And she’s happy about it. She likes it when complete strangers press her buttons and make her engine run. They don’t know her like I do though. I use all of her utilities to their full extent.

I feel lucky with her around. She’s the world to me and shows me things I thought I’d never see. She maps out my future (and the road) helping me find the resources I need to succeed. She truly cares.

Yep, I think I’m in love.

\,,/ ^6^ \,,/

For those of you that might think this is a good idea, let me extinguish this thought before it even begins.

Alcohol is, as you know, the liquid form of courage. It must be able to embolden everything you do, correct? Wrong.

Much like eating before going into a pool rule, you MUST wait until you're slightly sober before commencing in hard physical activity. Such as basketball, running, or something of the like. And ESPECIALLY if you've had way more than your little, light-weight body, can handle.

Outcome: Throwing up in the most awkward way imaginable.

This Public Service Announcement made possible by experience. Take care of yourselves and drink responsibly.

~SIB(LING)~

I do believe, with an extreme amount of certainty, that someone, with a hammer, snuck into my apartment, and viciously beat me about the temples with it.

For those of you playing the home game. Drink beer, then water, then beer, then water, then beer. This is how things should be done. However, if you feel like you're missing out on the experience of it, then go out into the garage, put your head in a vice, squeeze it realllly tight, and walk around with it for a couple of hours on your head.

My god Seven, what have you unleashed. Why does the Blog beckon me? Why do I keep wanting to write!!

AIIIIIEEEEE!!!

~666~

errr....I mean

~6IB~

Biologically speaking, drinking while sick is a bad idea

It suppresses your immune system from fighting off foreign invaders because it's detoxifying your bloodstream.

This night, was indeed, a bad idea ^_^

But I was celebrating the 22nd birthday of Melissa, so of course, it's excusable.

Is it just me, or is there some sort of correlation between bloggers and drugs? I think there might be, but I'm too drunk to figure it out. ^_^

Therefore, I must write a rebuttal to my brother's argument:

Woof, woof, arf, arf, WOOF, WOOF, ARF, woof, arf.
Woof, woof, arf, arf, WOOF, WOOF, ARF, woof, arf.
Woof, woof, arf, arf, WOOF, WOOF, ARF, woof, arf.
Woof, woof, arf, arf, WOOF, WOOF, ARF, woof, arf.
Woof, woof, arf, arf, WOOF, WOOF, ARF, woof, arf.
Woof, woof, arf, arf, WOOF, WOOF, ARF, woof, arf.
Woof, woof, arf, arf, WOOF, WOOF, ARF, woof, arf.
Woof, woof, arf, arf, WOOF, WOOF, ARF, woof, arf.
Woof, woof, arf, arf, WOOF, WOOF, ARF, woof, arf.
Woof, woof, arf, arf, WOOF, WOOF, ARF, woof, arf.

Touche my bro. Touche ^_^

~SIBBY~

Okay fine, I caved.

From intensely thinking that blogging is a waste of time, I find myself here.

My main goal here is to write comments on my Brother's blog page "Seven Is Darker", but I have a hidden agenda of cranking out some crazy stuff as well.

Well, that's all for now, until next time, don't forget to tie up the hostages before you leave home.

Take care,

~6IB