A diary log.

I decided to keep a diary of my time out with the spam zone. It was quite an emotional experience to say the least.




Day 1.

Today wasn’t so bad. Not much was happening in the way of spam, so no troubles there. Except John. S returned and I wanted to say hi. So I snapped my fingers, Sam came running and created a thread for me. Although, Vivi mucked it up with his usual shenanigans and numptiness. I felt like throttling him, but that would cost me a bus ticket.


Day 2.

Bored…just bored. No work today and I did all that I had to do in the morning. Now what? No spam is like no TV, but I don’t have a TV so…I dunno.

I’ve had a few temptations to post in the spam zone, but I must hold firm! A few temptations is nothing, right? I calmed my temptations with the media of dance.

Day 3.

I’m tired. Just tired. Tired doesn’t even begin to describe it. I’m shattered, broken down. I just wanna sleep. Posting in the Spam zone is the last thing on my mind. I’ll post the requirements and scurry off to bed.

Day 4.

DAMN FLAMERS! FLAMING IN THE DAMN SPAM ZONE!!! BANBANBANBANBANBAN!!!
Not for flaming, but for almost making me post in the spam zone. Pm’s save the day!

I find it’s getting increasingly hard not to post in the spam zone. There are several threads I wish to post in but these shackles are restraining me. Plus I have stalkers watching my every move. I swear I saw Rosey outside my window the other day, poking her head over the window ledge. It may have been a plastic bag but that is debatable.

I’ve also started getting slight spasms in my right arm. When ever I view a spam thread my arm will spaz out and will accidentally click on the reply button.

Day 5.

Spam! I need SPAAAAAAAAAM! It’s all I can think about. It’s ringing in my ears! I’m sitting on the john and spam is all that comes to mind. I even found myself talking to a can of spam. We did have a deep debate about the evolution of man, which in the end I lost. I refused to talk to Spammy afterwards.

I later tried to apologise to him, but spam’s are so prideful. We got into another argument, which seemed to last forever. I lost all control and did an unforgivable crime. I ate Spammy. I chuckled as his meaty body slithered down my throat, thinking I had the last laugh. It wouldn’t have been till a few minutes later, as I ran down the hallway, clutching my toosh to the bathroom that I realised Spammy actually had the last laugh. I begged for forgiveness as I planted myself on the loo, grasping the edge of the seat.

Day 6.

Was not an easy night. I felt empty afterwards. Rather depressed. Only one thing could cure me…shopping! Tis was fun. Lots of new things to spoil myself. Yet…nothing filled the void that Spammy once resided in. I need to post in the spam zone…just one wee post couldn’t hurt, right? Tell that to my left hand. It viciously attacked my right hand as it tried to post in the spam zone. They battled for minutes, until I lost consciousness from a punch in the face. I was out for the rest of the night.

Day 7.

I feel no desire to post in the spam zone whatsoever. I’m cured. ^^

Except for now. I can post now...poor members of kh-vids.

 

You must be bored.

 

Do I smell bacon?

 

I knew this was a good idea..... XD

O joyful monday!!

 

You didn't add me in the diary. : C