Sueastside's Blog

I woke up at 7 am this morning, as usual i entered the CS irc channel....

To my suprise all the ops were absent, it was total anarchy! I quote " sueastside: what no ops?? lets party!!!!"

I felt a little draft passing my body, it reminded me to get dressed. Opening my closet, i was blinded by a horrific sight: Dots, dots everywhere!

My deranged subconsciousness has traded my clothes for clown costumes again, he knows dots make me look fat!

I wanted to go outside naked again, but that old lady from across the street stares at me when i do that. So i decided against it and went with the flashy green vest and white with red dots pants ensemble today. And ofcourse ive put on a red nose, i don't want to look ridicilous.

I went downstairs, the floor was softer and warmer then usual, i looked down... it was covered with money, lots of money. The dollarsigns in mother Theresa's eyes were small compared to mine. I wonder if it's a gift of Gates, although i would have prefered flowers.

I sat down at the table, i reached for the cerealbox, and it moved away from me. WTF, i tried to reach again and it moved even further away and tipped over, the cereal bits danced out of the box and started to cover the table, it was like a cloud of negativly charged gibs and my hand was also negativly charged, every time i tried to grasp they moved away from me in a wave pattern.

I decided to skip breakfast.

I needed some fresh air and grabbed my binoculars on the way out.

I made myself comfortable in nature and sat down, it's not that big, but what did you expect in Belgium. Not much foliage here, especially in Jorrit's garden. I've been trying to figure out what he's been doing these last few days, he just keeps staring at his new laptop, i can read the label from here: ACER 5024wmli. Those turion proccesors are quite nice...

A penny for his thoughts.... so i threw a penny at him. That wasn't one of my brightest ideas, as i keep a list of those, and i ended up revealed my position. Luckily he"ll just think i'm pervert clown and doesn't know who i really am: A ordinary perverted stalker.

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