





um. i have done nothing with my life this entire summer. the past month has consisted of working 6 days a week (most of which were doubles). like this week. seven days straight, 4 doubles in a row open to close. really? anyway. my online class finally ended tonight and i got a 92 on the test after worrying my ass off all day (it was on 10 chapters. i read one, half of another, and skimmed through another and that was my extend of reading). oh, and ive been rereading the new ikea catalog to the point where i have every damn word of every fucking page memorized. i'm in serious need of psychological help. ps: iwabf.





it was an ordinary day. or atleast it seemed like one to brenda, the librarian at hilary duff high school. the funny thing about it is, it was actually a strange day, and it was brenda's acute case of paul lynde syndrome that distorted her view of the world around her.
while her coffee machine perkalated, she sat down in her favorite armchair and cozied up with blanket and the latest issue of cat fancy magazine. as much as brenda loved reading about purebread cats, it was hard for her to concentrate. she was excited about her little "business" she had recently started. you see, what brenda does for some extra cash is go to the phillipines and buy knockoff handbags. she then turns around and leases them to asians in america. it's an easy way to pay the bills and it leaves her a little extra which pays for her dialysis. or wait. was it electrolysis. nevermind, i take that back. it definately was dialysis.okay, so on with the story. ding! the coffee was done. she poured herself a generous cup, hopped in her 97 nissan quest, and drove her fatass self to that piece of shit school she calls her workplace.
as she entered the parking lot, this stupid bitch named tonya powers drove her mom's pt cruiser into brenda's minivan. tonya usually drivers a hummer, but her's was in the shop because she backed into the front of partycity and the truck needed alot of work (much like her own body.)
i bet you're thinking to yourself "CHWIST! I WOULD BE PISSED IF SOMEONE HIT MY CAR," but brenda was surprisingly happy. her insurance would pay for everything and she could finally get her buttery fingers on a toyota yaris, a car she had dreamed about getting night after night. well she didn't ALWAYS dream of owning a yaris. usually, she dreamt of making passionate love to her number one idol, and america's no-so-favorite butterball, star jones.
the police were called, and a towtruck showed up. the usual small collision procedures were taken, and brenda was given a gd piss test. she failed. jaykay! she passed. well, there wasn't anything she could do now, so she tried to think about other things and went on with her usual day of work. but like i said today wasnt usual.
at two tharty-six, toot, the stupid lesbian school district superintendent showed up. the light reflected off of her greasy face and started to burn brenda's retinas. it was the blinding light that reminded her that it was lightsday in final fantasy xi online, and she was already late for her permaparty meeting.
brenda explained to toot about her situation and toot was very understanding. brenda ran to her computer and logged on. PHEW! she was only 1 hour late vana'diel time but that stupid e-slut linaaa still yelled at her. as if it wasn't bad enough that her parents would ground her if she didnt hit level 75 by the end of the night. brenda was the whitemage in her party, so she met up with everyone and started casting teleport-yhoat.
the party ran towards the temple of uggileph and once they entered the zone, they were immediately aggroed by Nonasty the legendary sea cucumber NM. this is the moment brenda had waited for all of her life and the battle was going nicely! when the monster only had 500hp left to go, the screen went black. the power had gone out in the school.
what the fuck. this is some war of the worlds shit going on right now.
brenda was furious that she wouldnt get the item drop that she needed oh so badly. she needed to talk to someone and let out her anger. brenda called a, a called b, b called c, and they all met up at the coconut tree where maggie vondolteran was waiting with a wet cunt and nimble fingers.
please visit my myspace at http://myspace.com/comunista to find out what happens to brenda next!


