CASE 000

WELCOME stranger, to my choose-your-own-fantasy trashy romance play. Proceed with caution.... In this mystical opening prelude, I dub the main character Ashley (who doesn't represent any of the Ashley(s) I know or anybody else specifically. I just like the name and the nickname that results, Ash.) The girl in the story, however, seems too stereotypical to be real and the story has a slight sexist surreal quality I don't quite like. It's probably because I come up with all the cool zingers, when in real life the girls I know are smart enough to get a few cool jokes in, ripping me down to proper size....

ANYway, as you skim over the act your goals are simple: Have fun; Find a place of our own; Prove you're not a good-goody; Help your friends; Make more friends; Learn to play pool; Save mother Goose's fairy tale world; And Fall In LoVe...Sounds easy, huh? Good Luck!! Just remember this is a fantasy, so you don't necessarily have to pick what you'd do in the situation, choose what you think would make the kewler fantasy. Also, as in most of my epic stories, most of the text and poems are either stolen from other works, jokes, or from my life so don't start thinking I'm creative or anything. It's long as sin, not really proofread and quite colloquial, but I know you'll have much fun reading it in your spare time (cuz you have to have NO life to read this-he-he.) --Just don't read too much at a time or you'll get punned out and your head will explode, and I'm not coming over to clean up the mess....(Like I know how to use a broom)....Love,

Your friend: (THE BAbbLER) Gupta, Anshu

I am sitting at the computer way into the night.

I talk to this inanimate object of my sorry plight.

What can I tell it, anything i suppose.

What I tell it, no one knows.

I can tell it my problems and all my fears.

I can tell it about my joys and days full of tears.

Would it reveal anything? Most definitely not.

I could tell my secrets and never be caught.

Not like the day when my mom found my diary.

Here eyes lit up and got all fiery.

No, this machine will keep to itself

Just as well as a book on a shelf.

No person can read it, only me.

So I use this technology to set my spirit free.

(Mon Cheri)

P.S. This is dedicated to the lifeline that gave me the time and strength to write this. You're so vain you probably think I'm talking about you. Truthfully, I dedicate this to a cup of coffee.

P.P.S. Also, I donate this prevarication to all the boys who ever wanted a pet troll; the girls who still want a pet unicorn; and the environmentalists who are in desperate need of a pet tree.

P.P.P.S. I hope you have fun reading my insanity, and don't bother psycho analyzing--it's the classic story of sexual repression from a computer nerd like I....

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