Stop that...it's silly

WHOA has it been crazy up here or what...awkward situations abound. Whatever, I'm cool with everything (you can tell how easily agitated I am...you could drive a bus full of dynamite at me and I could still fall asleep in the road). Anywho, spr ing is here [haha spr ing=spring break (I know I'm a nerd)]. I am aware that no one really cares to read about what I do every day SO it's time for the good stuff (meaning I will now devolve into stream of consciousness random weird associational sentences): The frappuccino will only develop slippers on the purple day of August, by which I mean the slippery rhino will charge upon the UN, leaving China at a loss of carpets. Tragically, the cocosnuss mountain will vomit lamps, ubiquitously traveling (at the speed of dark) to Switzerland to see the palm trees. Meanwhile, I will be sitting with the Jello in Ankh-Morpork (Kristin, that was for you) while fabulously flabbergasted flibbertigibits fly far from France (don't practice your alliteration on me). As for the socks, well...we all know what they did. In conclusion, NO......by which I mean YES. Thank you and goodnight/morning. PEACE yo.