Today was really bizarre.
I got out of bed with the realization that it was 9 PM and not 9 AM.
I feel like I'm being watched.
I'm so horny, that's okay my will is good.
Last night I had to dispose of a certain associate. The cleaning business is busy.
I want to tell the world that sausages on strings attached to fingers can be quite amusing.
I am going to find a Woolworths. Oh crap, this isn't 1982.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! I'll bet if I brought it back to 1982 and shot some photos of Woolworths, I'd probably be arrested.
I want to say thanks to the ourang-outang for creating such a clever mystery of mayhem and murder.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said "Sauce? What the hell is WRONG WITH YOU?" The tests came back . . . I'm a zombie with tourette's. Fuck shit piss.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you bizarre stories of the profane and insane.
Given to mass amounts of potential and resulting hysteria, I cannot share the events with you that took place in the back of the KFC parking lot 8 years ago, in Detroit.
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with a serious case of positive confusion.Created with the Gregor's Semi-Automatic LiveJournal Updater™. Update your journal today!