Okay, where to begin?
Let's see. Some asshole stole my computer cord, so I can't write 'til I find buy or steal a new one. Or someone gives me one.
Nice. Who needs to make a living anyway?
So, I met this neat kid. We talked about the DEAD, & I bought her some juice. Oh, BTW, you might wanna check this out if you've ever been alive between the years of 1963 & the present:
D-E-A-D.
World News Today:
Elfboy talked to a girl.
Anyhoo.... After having been stalked for two months by a girl who got pissed off @ me for going TO MY MOTHER'S FUNERAL, 'cuz she was horny (so I'm told) I finally ran into her in a place where I wouldn't get Ass raped by a bunch of HOODLUMS, GAY HITLERS, EVIL STEPMOTHERS, MORONIC DOGOODERS, & CUT THROAT "DRUG DEALERS" as I gleamed into her hypnotically beautiful eyes.
She invited into her house, then to visit her @ work later on in the day.
This did actually please me, considering the fact that my balls have been clmbing up my throat for months now....
...and she's really very swett..... torture...
So I went to visit her @ work, & said, "Would you feel safer if I walked you home? I'd love the company".
She said: "No thanks, my boyfriend's giving me a ride".
Which begs the question, "Is she speaking chick gibberish, or offering me some kinda deal"? "Can I be this girl's friend, or do we have to live under the Marshall Law 'There is only room in any one given person's heart for One Person'.."? "Am I just so damned horny I'm losing my mind"?
Why do I always get The Liar's Bill?
Oh well. It must be good news. Usually after a day of ectoplasmic phenomenon, one or more females blowing my mind, and a bunch of Cretans following me around giving me horrible romantic advice, something good happens.
Right?
Then I dreamt that the girl had been cut in half.
It's too bad. She is gorgeous. However, my schedule cannot permit a Wild Goose Chase....
I smell like smelling salts, I want a beer. My twin's Myspace has been fun to see lately... it's better he's a mass murdering psycho on the web than in real life....
and ... Oh, to hell w/ it.
I love being famous.
Oh, and... Needless to say....Stormy as always, amazing set.
Let's see. Some asshole stole my computer cord, so I can't write 'til I find buy or steal a new one. Or someone gives me one.
Nice. Who needs to make a living anyway?
So, I met this neat kid. We talked about the DEAD, & I bought her some juice. Oh, BTW, you might wanna check this out if you've ever been alive between the years of 1963 & the present:
D-E-A-D.
World News Today:
Elfboy talked to a girl.
Anyhoo.... After having been stalked for two months by a girl who got pissed off @ me for going TO MY MOTHER'S FUNERAL, 'cuz she was horny (so I'm told) I finally ran into her in a place where I wouldn't get Ass raped by a bunch of HOODLUMS, GAY HITLERS, EVIL STEPMOTHERS, MORONIC DOGOODERS, & CUT THROAT "DRUG DEALERS" as I gleamed into her hypnotically beautiful eyes.
She invited into her house, then to visit her @ work later on in the day.
This did actually please me, considering the fact that my balls have been clmbing up my throat for months now....
...and she's really very swett..... torture...
So I went to visit her @ work, & said, "Would you feel safer if I walked you home? I'd love the company".
She said: "No thanks, my boyfriend's giving me a ride".
Which begs the question, "Is she speaking chick gibberish, or offering me some kinda deal"? "Can I be this girl's friend, or do we have to live under the Marshall Law 'There is only room in any one given person's heart for One Person'.."? "Am I just so damned horny I'm losing my mind"?
Why do I always get The Liar's Bill?
Oh well. It must be good news. Usually after a day of ectoplasmic phenomenon, one or more females blowing my mind, and a bunch of Cretans following me around giving me horrible romantic advice, something good happens.
Right?
Then I dreamt that the girl had been cut in half.
It's too bad. She is gorgeous. However, my schedule cannot permit a Wild Goose Chase....
I smell like smelling salts, I want a beer. My twin's Myspace has been fun to see lately... it's better he's a mass murdering psycho on the web than in real life....
and ... Oh, to hell w/ it.
I love being famous.
Oh, and... Needless to say....Stormy as always, amazing set.