Friday, September 03, 2004

Fuck, I’m fukn exhausted. Was stuck here last night late with old leary lady (not literally) doing whatever it is that I seem to have to fricken do to keep the whatever with the, well, you know, and, uh, it could be worse &, well, it could be better, but what situation here on god’s green frikken earth CAN’T you say that about? FUK IT.

Yop. So?? Well then. Let’s see here. And then, the, uh, ball, hit the, uh, FUCKN CEILING.

Yuuuupppp. So then, well then, and how about them, uh dodgers? Still in first. Chuuch.

Why oh why oh WHY do I post this doggerrelll? It’s like, a schism inside a whatsistat inside, of a, uh, quandary?? Fuck, I know that’s not the word I’m looking for. Ah vell.