Diary of a PARANOID MAN V

Greetings.

This second successive post will be about more light-hearted matters.

Sometimes, communication over the internet makes it difficult to believe that some people aren't really actually zombies, or so my experiences recently have shown me.

Example 1

10:05:21 PM M : hat do we hacve rto study for organicv cherm
10:05:42 PM Y: WTF DID YOU JUST SAY

Example 2

9:48:44 PM MEELSA : hahahahahaha
9:49:01 PM MEELSA : oh mannn
9:49:10 PM MEELSA : we should like
9:49:15 PM MEELSA : get him to press his hands into a block of wet cemen
9:49:17 PM MEELSA : cement*
9:49:21 PM MEELSA : dear god. what an awful typo.

Example 3
(So far, i have felt a certain need to censor the names of people involved, but not for this one.)

Clorets Junkie says:
sweety
Clorets Junkie says:
sweet*
Clorets Junkie says:
wtf

Yes. Bloke called me 'sweety'. Sometimes i wonder if the knowledge of the inevitability of zombie invasions weigh down upon his mind too heavily.

End.