Toothpaste is not, I repeat NOT oil for your car. Someone else's on the other hand..

Another intro with food being the subject.

For some strange, probably inwardly obiece reason, I am eating stuffing. You know, that stuff people generally eat on Thanksgiving?

Yeah, that stuff.

Today was abundantly boring. I am however, basking in the glory of The Bastardly Parental Units being gone for the next couple days. No one but me and the Brat.

Oh how the Sadist in me laughs.

I may perhaps post again later, but as I am eating I shall be lazy and merely post more of those scathing emails sent to and from the person of a previous blog post. Yes V, this is for you...(sort of).

From Amy:

"HelloHelloHelloHelloHelloHelloHelloHelloHelloHelloHelloHelloHelloHelloHelloHelloHelloHelloHelloHello!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "

My response:

"Idiot-
Heh. Greetings person that seems to have a bit of an issue with the word "Hello". For one, I don't know who you are (granted I have a good idea). Secondly, was there really a need to send me an email that merely stated Hello about let me see, 20 times? Yes, that is exactly how many hellos that were included in that rather dumb message. Feel free to count since you seem to have the time to write such pathetic emails. Indeed, unless you have something of vague importance to write me, or at least something that can be categorized as a legitamate sentance, don't bother me. "

Oh, and with that one, I should mention that at the time I didn't know who the person emailing me was. *parinoid glance* I'm being stalked it seems......BURN THEM ALL...BURN...

Heh. One more set. Just for good (or evil) measure:

From Amy:


"Wow, you don't waste any time do you? I was merely sending you a warm greeting. Would it have been better to act like a creepy, praverted stauker; who's lookin for a good time? You know what I'll bet you would enjoy that! you would mess with their head, and try to make them fear you. Anyway you really should join History Club. Why, because for one you would be doing something usful with your time. Two, I'm going to stop right there, because I know what your going to say. Your going to say that their are plenty of things that you could waste your time with, and by joining History Club; that would mean that you want to be social. That will be the day! Yet you remain in the shadows, theres not a single light shining in your room. Well maybe the telivision\computer screens, but other then that; your life is a dark empty hole. Would you agree? I hope your working on getting your senior pictures soon, I can hardly wait to see if you get it done in a graveyard. What if they did'nt have a graveyard? what props would you have your picture taken with? By the way I don't think steve will be bothering you anymore. But do tell what you would have done if he broke your C.D player. Would he crawl helpless on the ground, blood gushing everywhere? or would he not be moving at all? I would not care which. I think that will do better than 20 hellos, for you to spend your time answering. See ya later.Amy "

And again my response:

"To whomever idiot it concerns-
Indeed, my life is like an empty hole, mocking me as I sink farther into the abyss of nothingness just waiting for me to completely waste away.....Heh. As to your aforementioned "History Club", there is no power on this Earth (save for the command of Buffy) that could even make me consider joining. Socializing in school is not a choice, but an unwelcome command issued by those bastards that I dispise called the "Administration". Anything after 2:45 p.m. Monday through Friday however, is completely off limits. I shall not, under any circumstances, be spending any extra time in the school I deem as Hell. As to this Steve you've mentioned. I will take this moment to say that if he had, in fact, broken my CD player-considering my already bad mood at the time-would have most likely resulted in me pummeling his face in. All seriousness is stressed here. Heh. Then again, I'm always serious anyway....but that doesn't count. You may perhaps be asking yourself (and most likely are given your mental inadequacies *manical laughter*) WHY doesn't it count? I'll tell you: because everything in, and concerning Death in Flames is entirely under her control. So if I say something, be it taken like Commandments. MUAHAHAHAHHHAAHA...And as to my senior pictures....you imply that there would be some sort of sharing involved. I see no reason to display my image like a pig on sale at a deli. Be assured that in all likelyhood, the only picture of me seen will appear in the yearbook. Yes, that's right, the yearbook. Be afraid...my image will haunt you for years to come. It is now that I shall depart as I have wasted this two minutes spent compiling this rather lengthy reply to such a mediocre, grammatically incorrect email. I bid you a horrible day.
-Me"

Final quick explaination. No, my real name is obviously not Death in Flames (or at least it should be obvious) but I don't feel like posting my name...granted if you're reading this you probably already know it. *shrug*

And the thing with the CD player...let's just say the person is lucky I was sitting down at the time. *manical laughter*

Here concludes my session of scathing emails. Let ye all be amused, and hopefully enlightened as to my fiery wrath.

I'm going to get more stuffing now.