Monday, March 22, 2004




yo yo. uh, i wasn't gonna type anything here, just rep double d, victor von, that is, but, well, this lil space looks so empty and ready to fill up with jurk storr shit like strait out of gretel's oven.

so yah march madness! ain't it mad. don't laugh, or cry, or emote anything whatsoever cuz that was the strait up most predictable line ever, with the exception of if you fast forwarded 10 years through days of our lives and suddenly noticed that every single person is doing the exact same thing, but very dramatically.

if only the rillio was even half as exciting, if by exciting you mean tearfully boring and uneventful, but life, as we know, daniel san, is so rife with effervescent happenstances that sometimes it makes you just want to shake an unopened mountain dew as hard as you possibly can and then never open it, just pondering all that pent up force waiting to be unleashed and forever, if you can get a good enough guard for it, willing to sacrifice, well, you know, in case of ambush, and well, then, that could be the most life-affecting event in the corridor of time along that particular alleyway of allegorical occurences at least for the nonce & or afternoon timeframe. mornings are probably better for me cuz i play squash at 3:30, except for thursday in which you know i stay home and tuesday in which i have the squash club come and play in my super luxurious backyard squash court, cuz, fuck, those crazy asses can drive if they want but i stay in the muthafuckin' crib on tuesdays and thursdays, ya heard?