6:46 p.m. - 2002-05-02
Looks flat to me. And yes I called you buster.
I think I�m going to go back to bar babooning and back to school.

You know why? Cause fuck this shit that�s why.

In other news, they�re dropping like flies on my favorites list. Two have quit, three have changed their urls, and one that I read regularly but had yet to add looks like it didn�t even make it.

But I�m still here, na�mean?

IRregardless to the fact, this little place has helped me out a lot. One might think that the anonymity of this medium is what has fueled my utter lack of shame in posting deep and embarrassing shit on here, but that isn�t the case. My mom and pop read this.

Hi mom and pop, I masturbate to porn, sometimes unsuccessfully!

My sister reads this. Girls, with whom I would like to have �relations� as my friend would say, read this. I mean girl, the girl�um you know I�m only talking about you.

I just really don�t give a fuck about privacy anymore. Ask me anything, I�ll tell you the truth. At least a version of it.

Hey everybody, since I have appointed myself the new rule maker for society, here�s another one that if we all opt to follow it will make the world a lot less annoying for yours truly. From now on, if you ever are given the head swelling power to name a product and you are faced with the choice of exchanging a letter �C� in a word as it would normally occur in the English language for a letter �K� in order to make it more �fun�, don�t.

I�m finding my shower time is getting longer and longer, and no it�s not the "release" problem, buster. It has to do with the fact that I am much more comfortable naked with hot water spraying all over my body than I am dressed in front of a god damned screen.

Hmmmm...But that being the case, what the fuck am I doing sitting here right now when my finances are not being enhanced in the least by this action? I guess it has more to do with the proximity of the computer to my boss, and maybe the focus of my coconut meat. Maybe I would enjoy my work more if instead of typing in the model number of a sink I described it in a vivid display of linguistic skill and metaphor. It wouldn�t help the ol� production manager place the order, but it might just warm his heart a little, and that would have to be good for the company. It is a well-documented fact that warm-hearted production managers are fifty billion times more productive than their non-warm hearted counterparts. It�s even on the fucking internet, see for yourself.

You can�t prove the world is round, and I don�t believe it.

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