Bump this thread every time you visit for the FIRST TIME today! [PART 10]

Bump this thread every time you visit for the FIRST TIME today! [PART 10] (245)

1 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-07 17:01 [Del]

2 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-07 17:05 [Del]

3 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-07 17:58 [Del]

I want to learn how to play a guitar.

4 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-07 22:53 [Del]

I dedicate this post to a decade of quality!

5 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-07 23:43 [Del]

hey hey hey hey
bump this thread erryday

6 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-08 00:21 [Del]

I didn't even notice that the last thread was coming to an end.

7 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-08 02:18 [Del]

>>6
Haha, same here. Anyway, I just found out that today is a holiday, so I'm currently deciding what to do.

8 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-08 02:50 [Del]

Today I get to eat salty, salty meat.

9 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-08 13:49 [Del]

http://replay.waybackmachine.org/20080506125537/http://img.secretareaofvipquality.net/

I found the lost threads

10 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-08 15:14 [Del]

Part 10! (´･ω･`)

11 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-08 18:08 [Del]

This time, let's only post once a day, too.

12 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-09 10:31 [Del]

>>9
Yume Nikki! I love that game!

>>11
You mean in this thread?

13 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-09 13:13 [Del]

(∩´∀｀)∩ bump

14 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-09 15:50 [Del]

Drinking rum.

15 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-09 15:59 [Del]

Rum tastes like a dentist in my mouth. Is this normal? I hate dentists.

16 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-10 11:06 [Del]

o hai

17 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-10 18:01 [Del]

ゲイ・セックス

18 Name: EARTHQUAKE : 2011-03-10 23:46 [Del]

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19 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-11 01:17 [Del]

TRUE STORIES FROM THE LIFE OF A WANNABE VIPSTAR☆彡

Chapter One - The Dance Party　(´ﾟ'ωﾟ`)

My friend Y. helped organize a dance party. This dance party was poorly advertised, on a Thursday night, and alcohol-free. Thus, only a handful of people trickled in, and only to eat the free food. The uncomfortable atmosphere was compounded by the demeanor of the organizers. For complicated reasons, half of the organizers harbored bad feelings against the other half. Thus they stood silently, arms folded, in opposite corners of the dark, spacious hall, the decor of which was more suited for a haunted mansion than a dance club.

Needless to say, nobody was dancing.

The situation was unbearable, but I fought against my impulse to allow the negative energy to quell my fiery, burning heart. I stopped thinking, and started feeling. I asked the DJ to put on an upbeat dance track that I liked, and when it came on, I bravely dragged Y. and a couple other of the organizers onto the dance floor.

Unfortunately, instead of allowing the beat to simply drop, the terrible amateur DJ began occupying himself with Ableton Live effects. Without any subtlety or finesse, he slammed the music through so much heavy delay and reverb that his painful musings destroyed all sense of a beat. Instead of the upbeat dance music I had expected, banshee-like cries of torment drifted out of the speakers, feeding the oppressive air of the near-empty hall.

We all stood uncomfortably watching each other for a few moments, waiting for the music to start. I hoped that the DJ's FX-binge would soon end and that the actual beat would drop, but with each painful second, hope sank deeper in my fragile heart. Eventually, everybody except Y. and I gave up and retreated to the safety of the wall. Seeing that Y. was soon to be swept away with the rest, I desperately threw a colorful scarf at her to distract her until the beat dropped. Just as planned, she caught the scarf but I held on to the other end, pulling in different directions to keep her limbs in motion before the weight of stillness in the room could anchor her to the ground for eternity. As she struggled to bring the scarf back to balance, our comic struggles resembled schoolgirl jump-roping rituals.

I was making a fool of myself, and my efforts were only making Y. more uncomfortable. By the time the horrid DJ had finally allowed the beat to drop, my inertia was near its end. With my last ounce of power, I grabbed Y.'s hand and energetically began dancing. For a few moments, it was working. But none joined our attempts at merriment, only staring with mild disapproval at this pitiful man's futile attempts to escape the prison of our insulated selves, his meaningless rebellion against reservations imposed by a life of disappointments, his senseless attempt to become VIP.

I could not subject poor Y. to this debacle any longer, so I let go. As soon as I released her hand, she stopped moving and cried, "I'm sorry, but it's just impossible like this after all!" She retreated, and I dejectedly followed suit. Having given up hope, I allowed myself to stop feeling and start thinking. Immediately, unhappy thoughts such as my reputation and my unrequited feelings for Y. began to creep upon my mind.

I still have much to learn on my path to becoming a true VIPSTAR. (´・ω:;.:...

20 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-11 02:39 [Del]

>>19
A+++++++ WOULD READ AGAIN

Seriously, though, I was expecting this to be a verbose recreation of the Sandstorm post.

21 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-11 07:12 [Del]

>>20

Sandstorm is a wonderful song.

22 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-11 13:02 [Del]

>>21
I prefer Sand Storm.

23 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-11 13:17 [Del]

>>19

I would have told your DJ to go home.

24 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-11 14:08 [Del]

I get overly worried when I don't get reply text messages immediately. The other person always says the next day that s/he was out of money on the prepaid card, but I still worry every single time. Is this normal?

25 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-12 14:38 [Del]

>>24 No.

26 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-13 15:14 [Del]

I want to murder something with my hands,
while whistling some gentle tunes to soothe my pain.
If it made my headache pass instantly,
I'd be ready to break all four legs of a small, cute kitten.

27 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-13 16:21 [Del]

Sometimes you get drunk.

And other times you urinate in your friend's trash can with multiple people watching.

28 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-14 04:02 [Del]

I'm waiting for a train with my girlfriend except she's with her dad who shouldn't know about us. That whole "pretend you don't know me thing" looks easier on the films.

29 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-14 21:37 [Del]

I wonder what will happen...

30 Name: (;-;) : 2011-03-15 03:47 [Del]

Tablecat-sama, I'm sorry for overloading your server.

31 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-15 04:14 [Del]

I've discovered the comfiest way to possibly use my desktop in my shitty tiny room. I feel kinda stupid though because I've been living here since September.

32 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-15 11:29 [Del]

I really should work on my anger control.

33 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-16 14:40 [Del]

My fingers are cold.

34 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-16 14:56 [Del]

>>32
Me too.

35 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-16 18:33 [Del]

http://yourworldoftext.com/saovq

I see you!

36 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-16 18:47 [Del]

A little girl sent me a flower today.

It was sweet.

37 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-16 21:01 [Del]

Vipping from SXSW. Wish ya'll were here.

38 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-17 06:20 [Del]

It's almost time.

39 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-17 07:25 [Del]

>>34
Do you throw utensils all around the kitchen when your pancakes don't come out right?

40 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-17 07:41 [Del]

Sometimes, when I'm making pancakes, I will make a very, very small pancake, and put a very small square of butter on it. If you do that, and eat it, something magical will happen in your mouth.

41 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-17 09:58 [Del]

Has anyone tried adding some whiskey to pancakes? I might try that tomorrow.

42 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-17 11:10 [Del]

>>32
Once I threw my desk at a classmate back in highschool.

43 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-17 11:55 [Del]

>>41
I think I'm going try making French Toast with whiskey. That sounds good.

44 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-17 18:00 [Del]

‎"Ill-fated was the day I set my love on you, since I am forgotten by you, sweet friend."

45 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-18 01:10 [Del]

When you finally get together the guts to straightforwardly ask for what you want, you may be surprised at the results!

46 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-18 18:35 [Del]

Super huge full moon tomorrow night, get hype.

47 Name: VIPPER : 2011-03-19 08:37 [Del]

Say hey Johnny boy, the battle call

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