The weekend is almost over. I can feel the icy tendrils of the workweek drawing nearer.Random tickles in the night. I have wasted even more of my life of freedom.
and this journal entry went up on monday.... what zany world do you live in? I was revealed the information that today is thursday earlier in my adventures. i thought it was tuesday for some god awful reason. aww...
i hate my life
I met a strang little elf man today. I saw him first smoking a ciggarette in the park and assumed he was deranged and or indigent. Then he was there working with me and my first impressions of derangement though overblown were on the right track. Though he was not actually deranged he was pushing eccentric to new levels.
I watched him dance down a... Read More
I am thinking thoughts of thinking. I am thinking about thinkink but I cannot think of why.
It is late again . Why am I awake? Why am I trying to say something when I have nothing to say? I type too hard. My keys are kerclickerty. My delete has been deleted. A soft plastic nubbin lies in its place.
Not really but apparently people are. I just found two people tonight who are watching my movements whom I know nothing about on this site. You may know who you are. Am I famous yet?
HEY! HEY! HEY! IF YOU'RE SHOVING ANYONE ELSE IN THIS TRUNK, IT HAD BETTER BE SOMEONE WITH BREASTS!
ummm... sorry, murk. i am not watching your movements, but i am watching the people who are watching your movements. i'm not at liberty to say who hired me, though...