I'd like to thank God, my family, and the neighbor's dog who tells me to do things, bad things.
I'll just have you know that I did not smoke any crack today. Boy, I feel good!
Shame on you for eating the last cookie. That was for your sick little brother. What's wrong with you?
I once got out a bowl to make toast (I posted about it awhile back). Today I got out a plate to have a cereal.
Really, that last Sopranos episode sucked donkey balls. What kind of ending was that anyway?
Have you ever seen someone whose eyes look like that of a Greek statue?
I'm waterproof. Well, to be technical, I am water resistant.
Right now at this moment in time I am not feeling sexy. Ooh, there just for a second I felt dangerously sexy. Aw, now it's just back to normal.
Favorite lyric at the moment, courtesy of the group Sparks, from album Hello Young Lovers, song "Chicks dig metaphors": "Chicks dig, dig, d-i-g, dig, dig metaphors. Use them wisely, use them well, and you will never know the hell of loneliness."
I had a Siamese twin once. He was imaginary, my shrink told me. Well, if he was imaginary then why did it hurt so bad to get rid of him?
Clocks are ticking and ticks are clocking. That was just fun to say, phbbbbbbt!
I dig sitting in my room with certain articles of comfortable clothing on, lights off, and strumming my guitar while just singing random words.
I wore socks today because the mood was in need of socks. Normally, you just wear socks because that is what the man tells you to do. Not me! I live from moment to moment, man.
Dust settles on the window seal, coating a dead fly in an ashy powder. I dare you to snort it.
Ray Gun Amber, thanks for asking me what I had for lunch back in high school. It seems to be one of the few good memories that I have of that time in my life. Remember when our algebra teacher drug me out of my desk and threw me against the lockers outside the classroom because he thought I was chewing tobacco in class? That moment always brings Pink Floyd to mind. I hated it all. You'd think that if I hated it so much I would have done just well enough to not have to go to night school. On the other hand, I did learn how to sling a butterfly knife and use nunchucks there. Night school rocks!
It is getting late and I must go to sleep. This 400th post is just another post. If I were writing my novel instead of this blog, I could be finished by now. I hope y'all are happy. Aw, c'mon, I love ya!
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