Tuesday, September 24, 2002
i mean, you people that come here, what do you come for? to laugh? to cry? for my all knowing and philosophical approach to the processing and condensation of goats milk in modern day denmark? i mean, i never, almost ever, know whut i'm going to write in this space prior to my fingers hitting the keyboard. this blog is done in my spare moments between skunk dissections, and i try to get myself primed up to discuss some important issue or topic but i usually just end up babbling like a fukn gibbon on methamphetamines. it's hard, ya know, to clear my brain tubes whut with all the screaming coming from the lab.
aarrggghh. i just can't muster the energy today. i'm tired. my coffee is cold. my eyes are droopy. my candle is froopy. my name is jaloopy and i chill at camp snoopy. how fukn stupid was that? lame rhymes and not so good times. corkscrew chimes with a stack of dimes. basketball bluejeans with a neal diamond twist and a panache of pizza hut elephant tusk.
why? why not. and now, if you'll excuse me, i have to go check on my experiments.