Weird MSN Convo. Pt.II

Speak a language that includes the words "insho" or "nasutto"? Please leave a comment and let me know what it's called.

Probably my last exchange with najani2003:

najani2003@hotmail.com says:
Assalom Yovar
how are you people going to have fun if none of you people ever participate? says:
oh my god it's you again!
how are you people going to have fun if none of you people ever participate? says:
Assalom to you too.
how are you people going to have fun if none of you people ever participate? says:
So when did i give you my email address?
najani2003@hotmail.com says:
tinjiyo
how are you people going to have fun if none of you people ever participate? says:
So how are you? It's been a while since you last messaged me.
najani2003@hotmail.com says:
tun tu nom insho dothi yi chiz kutodi petho nasutto
how are you people going to have fun if none of you people ever participate? says:
So what do you think of this weather?
how are you people going to have fun if none of you people ever participate? says:
najani2003, i think i've fallen in love with you. your stoney msn silence is endearing. will you not speak to me??

The following message could not be delivered to all recipients:
najani2003, i think i've fallen in love with you. your stoney ...

how are you people going to have fun if none of you people ever participate? says:
i think i've been blocked.

The following message could not be delivered to all recipients:
i think i've been blocked.

how are you people going to have fun if none of you people ever participate? says:
and so ends the najani2003 saga of late 2003, as i sit and type into a machine that will surely spit the msg back at me. oh how it hurts to have my love spurned so!!

The following message could not be delivered to all recipients:
and so ends the najani2003 saga of late 2003, as i sit and type...

I have a feeling that najani2003 wasn't being very friendly this last time.

Jiggedy Jig

I'm home again (home again). And it's nice. It'll be nicer tomorrow evening when my parents get home from Mexico.
In the past week, the house has slowly started to smell like canned pet food and I don't like it one bit. A strange man wearing a maroon coloured robe has settled himself into a rocking chair in the basement. I haven't eaten in days. The car was repossessed by the elderly lady my family stole it from, and she set fire to the hedge as she sped away. A group of armadillos made a snowman in the front yard when the snow fell, the neighbours complained. I tripped on a driftwood log while walking the dog and fell into the lake. The spirit of the Blue Nose hoisted my dog and me onto its decks and set course for Lake Erie; I didn't get back until this morning. The ice cream store was closed for breakfast. Bob Sagget is now in the kitchen making macaroni and cheese. I hope he still has the robe on.
The preceeding text, save for the first three sentences, have been brought to you by Kyra's House of Tales. Parents, please don't worry, everything has been fine.

Aurevoir, NATO

"After Friday, it is no more my problem." - PM Jean Chretien on Canada's future with NATO; heard on CBC Radio1.

In other news, Toronto Police Chief, Julian Fantino, is still a boar. Do your own googling.

Porous/Poor Us

The walls here in the shoe box seem pretty thin at times. Times like this morning (afternoon) when I was jiggied out of a comfortable slumber to Outkast singing "Hey Ya". "Hey Ya" is the song d'annee for my neighbours, it seems. When I first heard the little beeps that give the song's melody its backbone coming through the wall, I thought 'Oh isn't that nice. Mmhmm. Very fun, very lively.' But their love for the tune is definately not waning. In fact, it's quite possible that it's waxing! I think that Outkast may have ripped open some space-time continuum over in apartment 302 (or is it 304?). I hope not everything is going in reverse over there. If it starts to smell of talcum powder and diapers in a month, I'm calling the super. A girl should have no trouble sleeping past noon in her own home. Harumph.

So, now that I/we am/are up (I'm so quick with the conjugation! look at me slip between the first person singular and the royal/first person plural like it was butta. I deserve an award. Give me an award, dammit! Uhh....) I'm going to start into today's plan: sushi making. First dress. Then shop. Prepare rice, do some choppin' an' rollin'. Injest. Mmm...